Moss spread on the tree in front of the window
Covered all the branches
It's like my yearning for silence
It goes on and on
Listen to the noise from the road
Can't hide the sharp and gorgeous bird song
I'm just lonely
Not alone
I sit in front of the window
The air was scented with leaves
Alone by the West Lake
Watch the lotus blossom
Listen to the song of summer night
These scenes
These voices
It's just meaningless relief
Nothing is quieter than silence
It's louder than the noise
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