"The road of life, sweet dreams are like a long road, let the wind and frost condense on the face. In the world of mortals, sweet dreams have many directions, find love in the dream, and the road is blurry with people. Life, dreams and longings, dreams are vague, with tears vaguely. Where to go, to find the direction in my heart, the wind sighs softly in the dream, The road and the people are blurry. On the road of the world, the happy young man looks at the sunshine in the ruggedness. In the world of mortals, there are many directions for happiness. The wind and rain are like dreams, and the road is blurry with people..." On a rainy night, in the cool breeze, I looked at the hazy world outside through the window, listening to Leslie Cheung's "A Chinese Ghost Story".