Mein Stern
The pointer overlaps the zero point.
Another night shift.
Walk around and start over.
The parts on the production line shook my eyes.
The trace of the screw smells of metal.
The machine roared tirelessly.
Call me to fight the midnight oil.
The tranquility of the night
Broken again.
only
My greasy hands.
Can you press this switch again?
Sleep in the corner
My mind
Frozen in the distance
Walking through the breeze in Yuan Ye.
There are pure wild flowers in full bloom.
The moment of epiphany
I can only hide my eyes.
Welcome the coming dawn.
night shift
continue
Race with the night
Coming to an end