Tonight, the road seemed particularly long, as if there was no end in sight. Just like that night when you held my hand and ran wildly on this road, no sound was heard, and there were only black, white, green, red, yellow, and your messy figure under the stars and moonlight. Sometimes I think, the moon itself does not emit light, so if the sun suddenly disappears one day, will the moon still have any meaning in the night? Maybe at that time people had long forgotten the dark night accompanied by the moon. And if you were that star, would you still be willing to cry for me at this moment?