Looking at the night with ten thousand households lit up, looking at the night under the neon lights, thinking about the night in my hands, and pondering the night in my heart. Night, it is a word that is both wonderful and profound. From the gray sky to the pitch-black darkness where you can't see your hand in front of your face, within this short span of time, there are many feelings one can experience: joy or sorrow, happiness or sadness, intoxication or awakening, yearning or disappointment, savoring or reminiscing, enjoying the pleasures of life or indulging in drunkenness...
And I am here, propping my cheek, lost in thought about the freedom of the night.
When I lose sleep over the night, I wish the night could be as free as the day so I wouldn't have to sleep;
When memories flood me during the night, I wish the night had the energy of the day so work could take its place;
When I think of someone during the night, I wish the night had the calmness of the day so I could chat with more people;
When I cry in the night, I wish the night had the cheerfulness of the day so I could see more smiles;
When I feel uncomfortable with the night, I wish the night had the clarity of the day so I could feel much more at ease.
Thales, when I reminisce in the night, I wish it had the brightness of the day for greater comfort.
All that the night does is embellish the glory of the day, and everything about the day enhances the brilliance of the night. It is only because of the night that we can fully release the unhappiness of the day, but the downside is it makes us recall too many old memories and fears. Once, I longed for the night because it was beautiful; once, I yearned for the night because it calmed my mind; once, I desired the night because it allowed me to cry; once, I craved the night because it let me fantasize about things beyond everyday life. Even now, I still yearn for the night because I like to quietly reflect alone under its cover...
A woman, facing alone, weeping alone, waiting alone~~