Lights scatter, colors spill— the moon rinses the night clean. Familiar faces, fleeting touches— brushing past, dissolving. Dreams turn back, sleep hums, a song lingers, pulling the dark closer. Somewhere, somewhere—呼唤的声音. The heart still runs, secretly, 逃亡的心. And the telephone—already ringing, or maybe it rang long ago. Small days, colored words—pebbles washed in time. Small nights, familiar warmth—embers in a forest of flames. A room, unkempt, abandoned—hay, dust, attic corners. Unfinished steps, untold promises. We were meant to walk together, through shadows. But the path unraveled, the phone rang, the heart slipped away. 碎碎的蓝, dusting the night. 碎裂的玻璃, catching firelight in trembling hands. Crowds on sidewalks, voices from distant ships— rising, fading, calling. Lights scatter, colors spill— the moon rinses the night clean.