The faint moonlight shines through the small wooden window into the house and shines on the woman lying on the wooden lounge chair. Her long dark hair is slightly messy and her young face is pale. She slowly opened her eyes, stood up and walked to the window, reaching out to fully open the half-open wooden window. Suddenly, everything in the room became bright. He raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to support the moonlight. The bright moon was melting, as clear as water. She stood in the moonlight, with a soft halo surrounding her, giving people a sense of being in a different world.
In the quiet and desolate night, there was a bit of coolness, and someone's sigh seemed to be there or not, as if it was an illusion or disappearing. It only lasted for a moment, and then disappeared.
It's been like this for how many years... No one knows.