Lyrics of Hu Botao's Preface

My shadow is gone again.

Under the bed, on the balcony, in the cartons, in the kitchen, No.

There are no walking streets, cinemas and restaurants.

In the past, he would hide in a familiar place, sleep or play by himself, waiting for me to find him, or sneak into my bed in the middle of the night after three or five days.

Dozens of days later, there was still no trace of him around, and the room was as quiet as if he had never existed.

I began to feel uneasy. I called my friends and didn't know.

Call the police, still not accepted.

It seems that every shadow looks the same.

A month later, I finally realized that this time, I really lost it.

Would he have lost his way somewhere, or fallen asleep in a car going far away.

I think I have to get out of here and get him back.

Turn out a watch that has been stopped for a long time, replace it with a new battery, find a shoemaker to mend the hole in the backpack, and the goldfish are fostered in the goldfish shop. With a fully charged MP3 and mobile phone, as well as the balance of the bank card, turn off water and electricity, gas, lock the door, and set out.