The old and empty phone booth is surrounded by dead leaves but no trees.
Liang Jing squatted aside and watched, the wind became stronger and stronger, the dead leaves were rolled up into whirlpools, and it became colder and colder.
Liang Jing said to the air, "Can you stop?" And did not respond. Except for the sound of wind, there was no movement around her. "It seems like it's not possible," Liang Jing said in a low voice, "Okay, then I'll find another place to sleep."
Intention: sleepy, sleepy, sleepy