1am, July 9

By yqqlm yqqlm

The neon lights of the city obscure the brilliance of the stars

Try to raise your head and look to the distant sky

I hope that a bright light

wrong time and wrong way The wrong place

It doesn’t matter anymore

As long as you believe in your heart

It’s there

Sit in the whistling car and listen The sound of the wind next to my ears

The hair is sore and my eyes are sour

I still stand on my feet and work hard to ignore the pain of the whole body

I don’t think about it Concerned about trying to forget those

walking on this road

going forward

who is ahead

the traffic lights are so resistant Wait patiently and wait for it to pass

Go forward

The front is my front

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