A person talks about the sadness on the road at night by car.

1, you asked me how I was, and I said I was fine. Fortunately, I drove alone through the endless wasteland at night, watching the unfathomable sea with my eyes closed.

2. The highway with extremely low visibility at night seems to be filled with sadness, which reminds me of Panshan Road after the rain in Jiuzhai that night. Life is really an adventure. Thank you for accompanying me. In the spring night, the fog on the expressway is very thick, especially in the area near Linkou, so the car has to slow down.

Without your years, coffee with sugar is bitter. I am still accompanied by those sad songs, frantically looking for the past, desperately rummaging through it, so I have been tossing and turning in your world and tirelessly indulging in it.