1, Wish and Sadness
Day and night, breathing the first breath in my throat, I am most afraid of fate thieves, bad and good. I use my flesh and blood to feel, to ask whether fate will last, how long it will last, how long it will last, and how long it will last forever. It is enough for lovers to wave, hold hands, let go and wave. The roar of the night, my chest, my wound, all grow old with the wind, and you and I will eventually drift into the dust and wait for the flower season.
2. "Backlight white"
Light broke free from the sea, crossed the beach, found the lost gyro and asked me what I was looking for. Under the white floodlight, I pursued the clues of dream interpretation, brought back happiness, and let me calm down and move forward, not afraid of the wind roaring at the light, silent and dreaming. You wait for me in the dark clouds, thundering, thinking of me, whining. In the backlight, a person, in the middle, you hide in your right hand. Suddenly, you see the entrance of the gods, breathing light waves and asking what you want.
3. Lonely entertainment
The weather is stuffy, cloudy, half cold and half hot, the wind is sticky, the rain is bitter, and I am half tired and half thirsty. I asked happiness when I heard this. Why don't you pay attention to ups and downs, heart congestion, people falling, the earth crying, classification, no solution, and the disaster blind box? Although the light is invisible, remember, you just came and witnessed it, and I regard loneliness as entertainment, slowly.
4. "Dreams are not chaotic"
Weedy alley, the end of the road, a brick building, far away from the neon, I am enjoying this loneliness, scenes of the past, the unknown road is so long, are you the same, don't pursue it, too crowded sense of existence, choose to talk to your heart, resisting simplicity is never equal to ordinary, as long as our dreams are calm and not messy, there is a sense of alienation in desolation, and there are some things.
5. "Self-portrait"
You are the color of summer, infected with the bleak autumn, and covered with green in winter. In a blink of an eye, spring has gone and spring has come too much. It is dark and gray, and the river in your heart is muddy. Romance and reality are separated. You can't see the refraction of your tears at a glance. Feelings are tempered, gradually concrete and formed. Your name is bright, your memory is faded, and your feelings are profound.
6. "curtain call"
What will you write down? The song about parting, oh, watching the rain fall around, turning around the desert in my heart, as if I heard you laughing, shaking your head as always, looking into the distance, saying it doesn't matter, it's your unique tenderness, oh, how many neon lights you lit, whose dream you fulfilled, guiding me through ignorance and learning your free and easy, after each curtain call.