street
All kinds of people
in a hurry
shuttle
Then I can't remember the appearance

corner
Premeditated
come across
Meet as scheduled

You come from the opposite side
Xinyan's face
Blurred eyes
I am full of joy
How hard to embrace
Integration

Suddenly
Release cross arms
It turns out that you have dispersed like the wind
Pretend to pat the dust on your body
Blurred in the crowd

a mirage , insubstantial objects
Lose oneself
The hypocrisy of enjoying desire
Conceited
Properly educated
It's dirty