In That Year and Month, My City

That year and month, you and I were still young. I still don't know what it is, You have the courage to move forward, and I have the determination to go through fire and water. That year and that month, you were still my city. All good things are beautiful, I leaned against you and looked at your profile. You raised your head, and there was a boundless starry night in your eyes. I saw Van Gogh's Venus, which is big and bright, full of passion for life and persistent loneliness. We dream together, dreaming about the place where the dream begins. When I wake up from the dream, I can't remember the person in the dream or which city I lost.