On a sunny and windy afternoon, with nothing to do, I walked into the book bar at the corner of the intersection. The two bookshelves against the wall are filled with books. There were not many people coming and going. The proprietress leaned against the counter and chatted quietly with people. The record player played Dai Qingtana's Silent Sky back and forth. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street, the poplars on both sides of the road had already bloomed... Suddenly I thought of you...