The traffic is endless,
In the coffee shop by the window,
Enjoy the moonlit night,
The noise outside the window,
"indifference" in the window,
In the coffee cup,
I have ripples.
Dreams never end,
Night is like death,
On the side of the road,
Is there a White Horse Station?
A smooth glass of wine,
Nostalgia a year ago,
I'm at the window,
Be careful.
The night is charming,
The moonlight is soft,
Hidden thoughts,
On the lips.
(It's cold at night)
street
wayside
cannot find
Want to rely on
shoulder
high wine
Indifferent feelings
Can't draw.
lively
edge
street lamp
dimmed
Can't give
I got a point.
warmth
Miss each other
Infinite; unbordered
but
night
It's too cold.
It's frozen
my
dream