That light has been on for years. No one remembers who hung it up first, or what it was meant to illuminate. It just lights up on time every night, like a quiet moon on the other side of the river. Yan Yinian has watched that lamp since he was a child. She looked out of her bedroom window. The river was narrow and the lights were far away, but they were right in her line of sight, fixed like a person who would never leave. She never told anyone about it. Like the light on the river, it is there without any fanfare or explanation. Until one day, the light suddenly stopped working.
Concept: Some love does not need to arrive. As long as it stays on, it has already completed its entirety.