22艺术品 由Xu Chenyi (选择)
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In the deep quiet of the night, I escape the chaos of the day. The night is my hunting ground, my parallel [...]
In the deep quiet of the night, I escape the chaos of the day.
The night is my hunting ground, my parallel world at the singularity.
I keep falling into the embrace of the night.
In a sleepless city, no light can truly dispel the darkness,
but it can make the darkness gentler.
A small lamp soothes the soul.
Wandering through fragments of memory,
I drift on the edge of reality and imagined worlds.
In the seams of time, space, and light,
I construct a subjective yet real moment.
A scavenging stray dog tucks its tail,
moving through the night with solitude and determination.
The boy within my heart, a fleeting figure in motion,
appears in every pause of a dream.
The breeze caresses his hair, colors fill his eyes,
and every layer of light and shadow engraves his unwavering devotion.
Beside the lake, in the forest, amidst the snow, by the sea;
the seasons cycle and home remains the starting and ending point of every journey.
The night is my hunting ground, my parallel world at the singularity.
I keep falling into the embrace of the night.
In a sleepless city, no light can truly dispel the darkness,
but it can make the darkness gentler.
A small lamp soothes the soul.
Wandering through fragments of memory,
I drift on the edge of reality and imagined worlds.
In the seams of time, space, and light,
I construct a subjective yet real moment.
A scavenging stray dog tucks its tail,
moving through the night with solitude and determination.
The boy within my heart, a fleeting figure in motion,
appears in every pause of a dream.
The breeze caresses his hair, colors fill his eyes,
and every layer of light and shadow engraves his unwavering devotion.
Beside the lake, in the forest, amidst the snow, by the sea;
the seasons cycle and home remains the starting and ending point of every journey.