The green light of the LCD screen gnaws at the last margin number

I lie in bed

with a cigarette in my mouth

Xiao Li continues to smile in the frame

And the rain

is beating the blurred frosted glass

The warning line will scream in the next second

I count the cracks on the ceiling

Suddenly remember

When she left

Ether had just risen to

2850 points

It was exactly when I was liquidated