How many, the night of crying

Sometimes I suddenly forget that time exists, sitting on the window sill and looking at the faint warm light in every window of every household.

Sometimes I suddenly think of it, the passage of time, sitting on the window sill and staring at the starry sky, shooting the shining starlight.

Sometimes suddenly the Wang family, the time of the unrequited love, sitting on the window sill looking at the endless waves of sparkling water waves.

Every second, every night, every night, every month, the most sensitive string, always touches the most sensitive soft lake.

Every second, every night, every night, every month, the most vulnerable, it is always easy to hurt the unsuspecting heart.

Every second, every night, every night, every month, the most hypocritical mask, always plays one role after another tirelessly.

Every second, every night, every night, every month, the most emotional heart, always reversing and repairing the scarred self.

How many crying nights, I don’t know how the tears slipped down, the crystal “crystal” wet the eyes, opened the eyes, the most silent black that caught the eye, the lonely and broken in the heart. sound.

How many crying nights, I don't know the "crystal" slipping, just listening to the ticking, I saw the splash on the ground.

How many nights crying from a dream, wake up with arms that are not safe for you, not warm, just warm yourself, just tell yourself that you don’t just have yourself, time will give everything, but you can’t The fear and uneasiness of waking up in the dark.