The lights on the street are dim, and I think pedestrians should go home and prepare to put down the fatigue of the day and have a good rest. Watch TV, surf the Internet, or get together to chat. However, she doesn't know what to do now. She doesn't want to take the initiative to call her, so I have to keep looking at the phone blankly. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. Repeating this action, the waiter had poured water for me so many times, I forgot. At 9:44, I walked out of the cafe. I missed her very much, but I couldn't find the idea to go to her. I wanted to, but I didn't know what was wrong with me. Maybe, I haven't found the wings yet, so I can't fly to her side.