When I finish writing these words,time is already 3am.
Body can't help to tremble, seems to smell the cold breath.
On cold screen,
same scene,same mood...
My soul do not go home at night, I'm already used.
Just want to in different places,
different words find themselves experienced or ever want to experience without lines of memory,
to the familiar scenes, familiar people,
in a cold front of the screen,
just slightly reveal a can ponder smile,
a person quiet, quiet to computer,
trying to in the bland night picked up some belong to memory bits,
in such a cold night,
just holding don't seem to belong to own memories,
bits and pieces,
just like a little fast puzzles,
no matter how hard you try,
all spelling out the perfect design.