透过窗户,我看着灯火阑珊的城市,静静的夜,默默闪烁着的霓虹灯,街道上孤零的背影。这座繁华的帝都也渐渐归于沉寂。我看了看挂在墙上的钟,时针指向了12点,该入睡了。我熄灭了一直在辛勤工作的台灯,躺在床上,缓缓入睡。有多少人和我一样,在梦中一遍又一遍地编织着那可望而不可即却又近在咫尺的未来呢? Through the window, I looked at the dimly lit city, quiet night, neon lights flashing, lone figure on the street. This bustling Empire gradually became quiet. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, the hour hand pointing to 12:00, the sleep. I put out the desk lamp, which has been working hard, lying in bed and slowly falling asleep. How many people, like me, are weaving in the dream over and over again the hopeless yet close future?