The starry sky of tonight is so beautiful that people want to go to bed late. If there are no stars to embellish this evening, will the moon be cold?

Because it is so peaceful and merciful, people who lose love would tend to be decadent tonight. Just like the surrounding of the neon light, all is just the sadness.

How many lonely people in this city are shedding tears secretly? If all the tears are accumulated drop by drop, will it become a flow of cool brook?

How many lonely people in this city are tired of the weary? If all the sincere hearts are shattered one by one, will all of people be sad with me?

Perhaps disguise is the only protection for a fragile heart.