Maybe one day, someone will give me a handful of moonlight and tell me that a person's journey is too lonely, that the wind will be accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, and that the night of my life will be guarded by lights. But maybe tenderness and poetry have never suited me, and silence is my unique color. Before everything is still unknown, I can only continue to change between day and night: during the day I am the lively and gentle Cheng Lu, and at night I am the cold and lonely Cheng Lu...