夜色渐深， city的灯火次第亮起，像是一场无声的舞会。男人站在街头，手里握着一杯已经凉透了的咖啡，眼神迷离地望着对面的 women’s bar。她正在和另一个 men talk about life and love, while he seems lost in his own world. The air is thick with tension, and the sound of distant laughter echoes through the streets.
“你到底想要什么？”男人的声音有些沙哑，却依然无法掩饰内心的脆弱。他的手指轻轻摩挲着咖啡杯的边缘，仿佛在寻找某种共鸣。women’s bar的灯光突然亮起，照亮了整个场景。She’s already gone, leaving him standing there alone, as if the world itself had become empty.
他闭上眼睛，试图让自己进入一种深度的醉状态。The women’s bar’s sound fades away, replaced by his own heartbeat. Everything seems to converge on this one moment: when he lets his guard down enough to let her in, but not so much that she can’t hold onto him. His mind spirals, a tempest of conflicting emotions swirling inside him.
“You’re always so perfect.” She said something like that once, her voice soft and sweet, as if she could dissolve any walls. But he knew what it was like to be left empty after she left, like a ship without a sail. His heart aches for the warmth of her touch, the security she provided, but also for the freedom she had taken with her.
“We’ll find our way back together.” He whispered to himself, his voice muffled against the wall. But the doubt creeps in again, like a shadow over the bright light. Can he really believe that? Or is this all just an illusion, built on promises too sweet to be believed.
City’s lights continue to twinkle, but now they seem dimmer, as if losing something irreplaceable. He walks away, leaving behind a trail of shadows and memories that are becoming fainter with each passing moment. Somewhere in the distance, he hears laughter again, but this time it’s missing something—perhaps the warmth of her touch.
He knows what it feels like to be lost without her. The pain is sharper than ever now, like a blade slicing through his heart. But he can’t let go yet. He still believes in the possibility of finding her again, of rebuilding that trust that once felt so unattainable.
The night has become long, and the city’s lights seem to hold less and less of warmth and purpose. But for now, he holds on, believing that even in the dark, there is still hope to be found.
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