Chapter 2 My love, my insomnia makes you cry

Lover, my insomnia made you cry, these tears actually fell into our story, made me terrified, made me panic, made me linger in the deepest night, those misty perceptions, only solitary lights and network numbers supported me The wandering souls, those souls are yours, and those souls were completely taken away by you long ago, completely put into your floating bag, and lightly stacked in a corner, but no one visits. Beloved, Tears is all about Insomnia.I am lucky to be innocent, because I have been caught by your beautiful nonsense, infinitely expanded by your mischievous stalking, and the loneliness of waking up from your chaotic dream has spread this expansion to the entire sky.So I am all evil, and my every move at this time has rendered you disgusting, and you should know how inaccurate this is.

Lover, no big deal.Isn't it just insomnia, isn't it just sleeping, isn't it just a matter of work and rest time.You have to know, long before you, I was forged into this kind of virtue by the years. The years stretched out a fat palm to play with my tiredness, making me turn black and white upside down, and come out at night. It has been ten years.One day and one night cannot be changed. So your cries, though beautiful, are illusory, and sad, but with real comedy.We are all together, we have been through many things, are you still afraid of this?My fascination with you travels through the vast night sky, and your dream is like a veil, slowly passing over my wrinkled forehead.The body temperature blends with each other across the room, you are breathing evenly, and I am working in silence.Beloved, this is happiness.