Night, night, night without stars and moon, is it still color? Is just an endless piece of black beautiful? If the night is accidentally dyed gray in the middle of the lights, is it still pure?

There was an abandoned window on the rooftop, lying quietly on a wall, turning into a ladder at my feet. I stood on it, unable to tell which way the cold wind was blowing and pumping on my face. I looked down at everything in front of me, as if it were a house of blocks, hidden in the faint light, they hid their faces, very shy.

I hate the fact that I love to be close to the side of the road, the sound of cars coming and going from time to time, and the layer of dust raised in that gray area...... It all made me feel like a little torture.

In the night, the lights that come and go are not beautiful at all. I stared at them in the distance, and then, running from a distance, although it was not the same car, looked at it and wanted me to ask, "Are you still running around in the middle of the night?" ”

It's dark in the sky, and there's a lamp in the ground, so are the stars all down to the mortal world and turned into the lights on the roadside, as well as the lights on the cars, so they haven't returned to the sky for a long time? Poor they must still be forced, I guess.

Suddenly I feel that I live relatively high, which is really not a bad thing.

I used to run up often, looking up at the night, closing my eyes and blowing a cool breeze. Now even if I have time, I won't blow the wind, but what? The cold wind has hit, and as soon as I stand up, it really feels like I have been slapped by the wind, and I feel a little shameful.

Yesterday, my head was convulsed, and I didn't care if it was cold or not, I quickly ran onto the rooftop, and as far as I could see, it was as black as ever...... The heart, a little stuffed, was blocked by something.

I guess it's the black that makes me breathless, it's not pure enough, whether it's near or far, the sky, it's the color of the light. The moon is bright enough for fifteen to be eclipsed, after seven, nine, eleven, and early morning......

Black has to be completely black, isn't it?

"The Past That Can't Be Thrown Away" Night is no longer pure black It's being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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