Tell him not to blink all the time.
Is it always bright?
You can accompany Nightcrawler home.
Someone has to wipe the stars.
Wipe away endless troubles in a quiet night.
Wanderers in the distance always look at him.
Until I see through the autumn water and break the horizon
. . .
I feel it. Write a few words for those wanderers who have left their homes like me and struggled for survival. It may not be your intention, please forgive me!
Lyc 1974yh original, pray for your elegant reward.