Run, pass the long walk, the tiniest light, open your eyes for the sound of the quivering pupils. Put away the light of the claws, let the waiting appear on the road that must be passed, and all the exquisite ideas are trapping your figure. If you are still dreaming, you can only let the pillow accompany insomnia, and the sleepless lovesick is snoring. As a cat, I run across the familiar green grass to find your breath.