天黑了,城市结束了一天的喧嚣。霓虹灯一点一点地亮了起来,闪闪烁烁,像是地上的星空。时间,挪着轻盈舒缓的脚步,一步、一步,将城市带向了更浓、更重的黑夜。渐渐地,街上的车少了,声音淡了,人们一个接一个沉入了软绵绵的梦乡。一切的一切,好像进入了一段静默的故事。没错,这是霓虹海的故事,它每天都在这个时候开始。此刻,刚刚好。黄的光,从路灯下流了出来,在半空中汇成一条小小的溪流。红的光、蓝的光,从高楼大厦上流了出来,又缠绕 The dark, the city ended the day’s noise. Neon lights lit up a little, twinkling, like the stars on the ground. Time, light and soothing pace, step by step, the city to a thicker, heavier night. Gradually, fewer cars on the street, the sound faded, one after another people fell into a soft sleep. All in all, seems to have entered a silent story. Yes, this is the story of Neon Sea, which starts at this time of day. At the moment, just fine. Yellow light, flowed out from the street lights, in the mid-air together into a small stream. Red light, blue light, flowed from the tall buildings, and twine