This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
How could she dream of him like this tonight without any warning? In the dream, his image was so vivid that it even overshadowed the bright white moonlight in the city. The sound of water gradually became more urgent. Only then did she come back to her senses and hurriedly turned off the water. A small pool of water stains had accumulated on the ground, reflecting the moon with sparkling water.
She held the water in her hands and lay on the railing of the balcony. On the July day, the moon was shining in the sun, and she was sweating. In the quiet night, there was no wind. She sighed softly, so softly that she couldn't hear it.
Every six months, on such a lonely night, she thought of him again. It turned out that forgetting him was for the sake of deeper remembrance.