Stand on top of a skyscraper
Through the tight glass window
It was raining outside but there was no sound. . .
Under the dim light, looking at the face holding her hand and sliding onto the dance floor, for a moment, Xiao Qiao thought it was really him. . .
Many years later, what happened that night and many nights after that were forgotten. Only the crisp singing and the faint melody seemed to still be in my ears. . .