streetAll kinds of peoplein a hurryshuttleThen I can't remember the appearancecornerPremeditatedcome acrossMeet as scheduledYou come from the opposite sideXinyan's faceBlurred eyesI am full of joyHow hard to embraceIntegrationSuddenlyRelease cross armsIt turns out that you have dispersed like the windPretend to pat the dust on your bodyBlurred in the crowda mirage , insubstantial objectsLose oneselfEnjoy the hypocrisy of desire
