It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.
High-cold forensic doctor vs. Slow-heat sculptor
Purpose: Fight for your dreams