It was getting dark, and she stood in front of the window, looking at the bright moon in the sky. The faint moonlight shone down, with a slight chill, soaking into her face. After a while, he went back to his room to sleep. The moonlight bleeds and flows into the room, and a figure falls gently, bringing with it gusts of breeze.
He stood beside her and looked at her sleeping face quietly, with tenderness in his eyes.
In her dream, she seemed to see the bright moon today, but it was so warm and soft. However, she seemed to have forgotten something, a very important thing, but she couldn't remember it.
There was a soft wind in the dream, and there was a thin sound like the collision of wind chimes.
"Don't forget me."