At 2 o'clock in the morning, the street is empty, and the streetlights stand quietly by the road, emitting a dim yellow light. A hearse slowly passes by, resembling the state of my inner self at this moment. It is not sadness or grief, but rather numbness, emptiness, and lifelessness. The cold of the winter night makes me feel my true existence. What can be certain is that when I walk down this street, only my body is moving, while my soul is in another place, just momentarily illuminated by the light of reality.
乌云盖雪
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