Every night I don't want to
My tired body refused to sleep
Think of your bent back, even turning over carefully
The silent TV flickers and acts as the role of people
Every night I don't want to
I don't know the ending of the play in my heart
There are thousands of hypotheses leading to thousands of possibilities
Each of them detonates the shortest breath in my heart
Every night I don't count the end
It's like a switch hidden in my body
Every inch of desire, every inch of timidity
Waiting for the first light to come and being ransacked
Wait for the last light to be released
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