When the night wind blew through the brim of my hat, the cold wind blew away the loneliness in my heart while I was walking alone. The light behind me illuminates half of the sky, and I still haven't escaped its glory after walking for so long. If I could ask now, what kind of answer would you have? Will it be like the confusion I felt when I confessed my love to you for the first time, or will I be as unhesitating as you were when you left? Such a graceful turn, until now I still remember the moment when the piece of clothes I often scratched and rubbed flew past my eyes, watching the clothes I grabbed slowly spread out in front of my eyes and then left with your frequency, I think I have really lost it, it is irreversible.