Lin Qian liked the lonely breeze and the twinkling stars at night, until she saw a light like this:
Bright, warm, bringing the distant sun.
Xun Ge was confused by the monotonous and uneventful life, and he brought such a light:
Gritty, heavy, tired from repeating the past.
If you don't mind, could you give me a lamp?
If you don't mind, I can give you a lamp.