I wandered alone in the alley where I first met, as if I had returned to a year ago. Lighting a cigarette, I returned to that paradise. I sat alone all night, talked to myself all night, and smoked menthol cigarettes all night. I greedily sucked in the air here, hoping to catch a trace of her breath, but it was blown away by a gust of night wind. God wanted her to disappear into my Xiyao world, leaving me not even a memory. I will never go back to the past, there will never be anyone to skip classes with me, there will never be anyone to blow smoke rings in my face, there will never be anyone who smiles playfully even when I scold me, there will never be anyone with dark blue eyes, there will never be a woman named Sula.