The crowd is gone, the lights are out, the scene is in disorder.
Too many emotions, new ones want to shout, want to listen, but it's hard.
Sarcasm and doubt are always so sour,纠缠all the way.
Cold words, ignoring them, but the heart is not willing.
Street lamps polish the midnight car windows.
Like shining tears.
I want to have a warm conversation with someone.
But there's only me and loneliness.
In the morning, rushing out of the door,
Fortunately, there's a light left on.
Like someone waiting for the whole night to keep me company.