Recently, when I look out the window and look at the dim street lights on the street, I always think of you. I think of your refreshing short hair, your big black and white eyes, and those two cute little tiger teeth when you smile. What are you doing at this moment? My good friend. Looking at the wisps of white rising above the instant coffee in the cow's porcelain cup, the memory rewinds unconsciously, and the past scenes slowly play in my mind like an old movie, ancient but still beautiful.