I fell in love with someone, so those deserted nights were always spent in missing me. When I was sixteen or seventeen, I thought love could break through everything. Only when I grew up did I realize that there was always something blocking each other. The long journey back, the air was mixed with the smell of you saying you loved me many years ago. I would cross mountains and seas one by one to come to you. As long as you still love me, no matter how absurd this affection is, it is always out of love...