Last night, I returned to Australia and walked through the tunnel of time. I gradually saw your face again, your bright child-like smile, the color of your hair, your wise forehead, the shallow mole on your eyebrow, the clear light in your eyes, your tall nose, your sexy lips, the shape of your chin, your broad shoulders, your slender figure. The fingers, all the outlines and tastes, the breath and feeling of the kiss, slowly emerged bit by bit, drop by drop. The image returned to my mind clearly and truly. The familiar taste that made me obsessed came to me again, and the emotional momentum once again overwhelmed my whole body and mind, silently, without beginning or end. I stopped quietly, my heart was surging and I couldn't help myself. The feeling was so strong that I couldn't remember it. I had to work hard to control my emotions. I had to try to prevent you from getting into my body, my mind, my heart, and my memory. However, in countless silent nights, I am still awake, and I still remember everything about us, everything, just like facing the boundless blue water, I know that I can never go back, but I seem to always stand there, listening to the sound of rain falling in the tide. It is so slow and clear, so distant and calm, so lonely and long, unforgettable, and haunting.