When the sun falls below the horizon, the light disappears. I sat by the window, waiting for the night to dye the sky red.
Finally, the expected deep blue is here? From the horizon of the east, it slowly spread upward, from leisurely light blue to deep, quiet deep blue, and even classical ink. I looked at it and almost merged with it.
I have always liked deep blue, which makes people quiet, makes the whole body and mind completely relaxed, and makes the mind reach a quiet and far-reaching height, as wide as the blue sky; I prefer black, whether it is jet black or dark. I don't like animals like "human beings" very much, because I need to easily identify whether they are wearing masks and what kind of masks they are wearing ... So I put on a mask for myself and only take it off at night. I lie in bed at night and watch the darkness outside the window, feel the classicality, let it infect me and soothe my resentment and sadness. Looking at the darkness in the room, losing the temperature of the sun, cooling the brain and making everything calm; Nobody's calculating. Give me back my true colors. It has an invisible power, which allows me to laugh or cry alone and release everything in my heart.
When these two beautiful colors. Black and blue blend perfectly in the blue sky above me. When I looked at it, my heart began to sing with it. It is my friend, everything to me, even myself. People gave her a name? Night sky, so I like this word, I don't know why.
So when I look up at the night sky, my heart will return to peace, return to pure peace, all impurities will precipitate into my heart lake, and I will be extremely quiet. If I lie in bed at this time, I will soon fall asleep and spend a dreamless night, quiet? My description of this deep sleep.
Now I look at her again? This beautiful night! It's like seeing my grandmother and my mother. One or two twinkling stars bring soft light, which directly blends into my soul and touches my heart. I'm drunk and I don't know anything else.
When I woke up from my fantastic beauty, the night was already deep. "Ink blue"? I named this color, and she dyed it all over the night sky. Together with those stars, I formed a fairyland-like paradise in the sight of looking up. She? Don't ask me if I mean "dark blue" or the night sky. The breath from top to bottom permeates the world, and I vaguely feel that everything is in it, more or less connected with her. So the whole night had this kind of breath, and it became beautiful and pleasant.
So: I really want to keep staring at the night sky like this; I really want to hold her; I really want to fly in the night sky; I really want to be one with her ...? Although I know that all this is impossible.
Dark blue night sky, my love!