Sleeping alone, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night. Looking up at the scenery outside the window, seeing the lights of thousands of homes are brilliant, hearing the traffic just in the roar, helpless to say, such a situation, how can you suddenly look back, the lights appear in the old people into the eyes, how to look forward to it.

Looking at the thing is still there, but the old man is gone, as if he has never met it, and it seems that he has never met it, but it just happened to appear in my earthly dreams, let me look forward to it, let me miss it.

But the great god of time, the most true self that was once humble, made me begin to forget, forget, and pull me to the end of never met.

But the cold night stuck to my senses, but it made me more awake than I was at any other time of the day!

Since you can't keep what you can't keep anymore, let's make your unimportant self a little useful!

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Essay] 86: The night thoughts in the city are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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