Whenever late at night comes, I will think about what time has left behind? The quiet streets, the faint moonlight, and the dotted stars often bring me back to that age, where there was no hustle and bustle, no glitz, but only our young and pure hearts. Brew a pot of tea, the faint fragrance evokes memories deep in the soul, play a sad and melodious pop song that touches the heart that has been dusted for many years...