一点

Floating in the night sky, burying reddened eyes and paralyzing nerves.

Two people met just like this in the same broken starry sky.

Swinging on the swings in the park downstairs, chatting about trivial things, walking in circles.

The first time I saw her, we were mutually attached; she taught me to drink, I taught her to smoke.

The new photo paper freezes and leaves a memory, recording two down-and-out people relying on mutual attachment.

Similarly insomniac, similarly tired of deception, chatting on the park bench until exhausted.

Let's just get a little closer, just a little bit closer.

My heart hasn't stopped beating inside your season.

The wind contains joy, an overloaded brain experience, what a good page, a new starting point in the story.

Let's just get a little closer, just a little bit closer.

How many details are hidden inside your eyes.

Looking at you one more time, an excessive crazy infatuation, what a good page, a new starting point in the story.

After selling off the broken past, after the mourning wind blows past and everything in the world ends.

At night, wine glasses clinking together help me remedy this broken life.

It's not that we can't afford to lose, crying non-stop at night, haunted by bad luck like being cursed.

The day-after-day cycle feels extraordinary, trapped in the same day fx.

Nerves paralyzed like an electric shock, the first meeting that breaks the cycle.

Mutually supporting souls untie each other's knots.

Tears cannot drench our night.

Healing the unclear, un-washable guilt like a dry well, in a trance newly entering the water flow.

Like a destined encounter, looking back at that dangerous building that is constantly healing.

Let's just get a little closer, just a little bit closer.

My heart hasn't stopped beating inside your season.

The wind contains joy, an overloaded brain experience, what a good page, a new starting point in the story.

Let's just get a little closer, just a little bit closer.

How many details are hidden inside your eyes.

Looking at you one more time, an excessive crazy infatuation, what a good page, a new starting point in the story, a little.

From exchanging WeChat to spending every day together.

I like your drowsy sleepy eyes in the morning when you haven't woken up.

It doesn't matter if we argue, every time is a transformation of growth.

The expectation of seeing you every time I wake up.

After we met, we never thought about leaving.

Like falling into a bottomless river of love, having a tacit understanding without needing words.

Like meeting for the first time, mutually hoping to get a little bit closer to each other.

Let's just get a little closer, just a little bit closer.

My heart hasn't stopped beating inside your season.

The wind contains joy, an overloaded brain experience.

What a good page, a new starting point in the story.

Let's just get a little closer, just a little bit closer.

How many details are hidden inside your eyes.

Looking at you one more time, an excessive crazy infatuation.

What a good page, a new starting point in the story.