The street light in front of the house is on Looking out the empty long street One by one, the figures walking closer and away Listen to the footsteps carefully Who is it, the most brisk melody
The floor lamp by the sofa is on With a reclining body A gloomy sea of ββmoonlight Flood all the mess during the day Hold a paper boat and slide towards the moon shadow in the heart of the wave
The lamp beside the vanity mirror is on Before going to bed, wash away the dust Vaguely see Someone once combed your hair front of the mirror And the sudden joy emerging
The stars in the night sky are bright Are you on your way back yet