Night Lights

When I came back by bus, other buses flashed beside me, crowded and noisy. Tired buses, with long tails, carried groups of tired passengers. The night came down and they were tired. Who was tired? Tired, tired at night? Like the moonlight in the dark night, it is the most gentle favorite and the embrace to comfort the dark night. With it, the night is no longer lonely, with soul, living soul, as if there are many elves jumping and dancing in this indifferent night, and every creature is sentimentally attached to it. The night is the most ambiguous, the most flattering, the most lingering and the most blurred. Women in the dark night are the most horrible. They are terribly beautiful and too charming. With the existence of night, the colorful lights are naturally indispensable. They flickered and rested for a while, which made your eyes painful. The pain made you unable to see the image of the night, the journey to your home and the person you loved in your heart. All of a sudden, I was surprised at that moment. I missed the road and missed what I cared most, but I couldn’t go back. If I went back along the way, what I got might be distressed, finally, what I had was regrets. It was meaningless to go back. Then let’s go on like this, at least there were traces left. Colorful lamp, purple is my favorite, mysterious, I can never guess its mind, but it is very intoxicated in the infatuated curiosity, just like the feeling you bring to me, every time is exciting and novel, which is a kind of satisfaction. The purple in the dark night is more magical. Whether it is the purple in the black or the black in the purple, I always chase from beginning to end, immersed in the belief of chasing. I never say more. Most of the time I keep silent. I am very sober and can think a lot. I don’t say anything, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want. When I was a child, I always felt that the lamp lit up my home. I was always happy when I came home. There was always a lamp on me and one or two figures. Now I haven’t seen that light for a long time. There are so many lights outside the bus, which one is for me? The night no longer has you, what I need is the lamp.

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