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Life slices stand still, hiding the mind. The rattan chair latte is a slack appearance, while the wrinkled coasters and the lights that light up to the morning fog have leaked out. She was insincere, and what she didn’t say was noisier than anyone else. Like we said “nothing” with a smile, the details had already been revealed. In the slices of quiet life, there are thoughts that are unspeakable and hesitant. Words Huang Junhua composer Huang Junhua singer Huang Junhua lyrics JunHua Huang composer JunHua Huang composer JunHua Huang lyrics: the rattan chair in the cafe shook in the afternoon, she pushed the latte to my left hand, “is it just like that recently?” but her finger turned the coaster wrinkled. She said it didn’t matter until the sheep were asleep. She was still counting the number of heartbeats but she missed the ceiling. She said don’t worry, moonlight painted on the wall what she didn’t say she couldn’t sleep. The good night of the circle of friends was posted after eleven o’clock. I saw her balcony lights on until the morning fog was thick. I counted the sheep until the sheep ran out of the Milky Way. She counted the past events and didn’t say it. She said it didn’t matter how many times the sheep fell asleep. She said don’t worry but stared at the ceiling until dawn. The moonlight painted on the wall what she didn’t say she couldn’t sleep, during the day, she hung a smile on her mouth as a mask. At night, she covered all the waves with a quilt. She said “I forgot” but the pillow knew that those who didn’t export were noisier than anyone else. She said it didn’t matter how many times the sheep went to sleep. She was still counting the heartbeat. She said don’t worry but stared at the ceiling until dawn. The moonlight painted on the wall what she didn’t say she couldn’t sleep.