The whole city is asleep. Only I and my emotions are unable to sleep at night.
When unhappy, even talking feels exhausting.
Forgive everything before going to bed. Forget it. I can't sleep. I can't forgive!
Accustomed to staying up late, quietly listening to songs, wanting to sleep but unable to fall asleep.
Always expecting something, but not knowing what exactly to expect.
Rather than passively suffering from insomnia, it's better to stay up late on purpose.
In fact, we don't really like playing with our mobile phones that much. We are just afraid of insomnia.
Slowly losing the right to sleep, staying up late has become the only happiness.
Admit it, we are all ordinary people who break down at night.