Darkness brushed against my shoulder
I am just a passer-by under the neon lights
There is no romance and unrestrainedness
There is only one stick by my side cigarettes
The night is so desolate
But I seem so indifferent
Walking through the darkness
It seems that I can’t change it Itinerary
Fixed time
Fixed scenery
Can’t stir up any waves in me
Orange light
Pulling my figure diagonally long
It seems to be venting
The thoughts that have been suppressed in my heart for a long time
It’s not that I don’t want to move forward. At dawn
But I have become accustomed to it
Gently burying myself in the darkness
The noisy air
In my Lingering in my ears
It has been unable to infect my heart towards Buddha
I looked up at the white fish belly in the sky
I suddenly woke up
I Looking in the wrong direction
My destination
It is the west behind me