Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the sky steps into the scenery, the green smoke curls up and the twilight, the street scene disappearing behind you makes people pity. Your smile makes me confused, the love and hate in my heart become clearer, and I love you more and more obsessed. Word by word, sentence by sentence, where is the return date? The trembling pen in my hand is writing that past midnight dream. The stacked old dreams are so clear, but the moonlight is like washing.