I often recall such a childhood episode. Xiao Yan and I were walking hand in hand on a silent street at midnight. We had just watched a midnight movie, and the plot of the movie was still playing back in my mind in bits and pieces. We had transparent hard candies with mint and vanilla flavors in our mouths. The wind blew by at night, and the fallen leaves on the ground rustled. There was a chilly feeling in the throat. It was pitch black and there was no light all around. For a moment, I suddenly wanted to hold her hand and walk forever, but I was afraid that this long street would never end. It wasn't until many, many years later that I finally reached the end of the road alone and saw the light.