09:00 PM.

the old city's lanterns glorify its perfection skyscrapers stand in obeisance, a striped beanie stuck to hair, midnight under moonlight against imperfection, iron bars approaching sob freely, hope of being reincarnated of famous people, buttoned jacket pocket protect the man, the familiar light of skyscrapers view every second, eternal fertile vesicle one by one occupied, expect victory in the future remember climbed level by level. art was born from tragedy, increasingly soaring fame make lust happy, sacred curtain is a synonym for the circumstances. the flames were unquenchable like his career, clear enough to describe that. all perceptions will definitely be the same luxurious, strong, and eternally of victorious.