深蓝色的夜空虚化了白日的喧嚣,昏黄的街灯像无数幽灵的眼睛在无边的黑夜中晃动。它们又像一个个四处流浪的孩子,企图点燃自己的灵魂来照亮家的方向,可这无疑是徒劳。浓得化不开的黑夜终将它们浓缩成一团团惨淡的迷雾映照在窗棂上,转眼间又化成一层淡淡的水汽。 Dark blue night sky of the noise of the day, dim yellow street like countless ghost eyes shaking in the boundless night. They are like wandering children one by one, trying to ignite their own souls to illuminate the direction of the family, but this is undoubtedly futile. Concentrate on the dark end of the night they will be concentrated into a group of dismal mist reflected in the windowsill, the blink of an eye into a layer of light water vapor.