Dagger

Sometimes, I feel like a little lamp, glowing in the darkness. Tonight, the New York sky is shrouded by the shadows of vampires, but I still found a beam of light—it was the old man selling hot dogs on the street corner. He insisted on giving us patrolling officers free meals. He said, as long as there are still people willing to light a lamp in the night, dawn will surely come. I think this is the meaning of our fight. 💛