As time goes by, I begin to get closer to the truth. What I thought was familiar and deep-rooted turned out to be just what I wanted. Those words that were moved were just your smooth and skillful arrangement. The breeze was cool last night, and I who love you turned out to be just the appearance of the stars after I made a wish.
Nanjing Road has many small alleys interspersed with it, and the bicycles parked at the entrance of each alley look very much like the way they looked when you were waiting for me. The wheels have been badly worn and stained with rust, as if there are still memories of you stubbornly waiting for me every time it rains.