Thirteen O'clock on a Moonlit Night

In the silent night, I am the only one who is awake. I am searching, but there are no fireflies in the city. Then fold a leaf, wrap it in the moonlight, and put it gently on your pillow. It is faint, like my longing. But, the love between you and me is always invisible, like mice foraging in the dark night. Do you think that love that cannot be seen in the light is considered love? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.