Stars Fall into Longing

Xin, like a star, has always been by her side. The night is getting deeper, the stars are lit up, the colors of the return journey, The evening breeze of the summer night blows, like the residual heat of someone's embrace, blending all the tender stories into the night, forgetting them in an alienated way, people pass by and then disperse. Tonight's evening wind blows, like the residual heat of each other's breath, and our stories meet and then fade back to the estrangement. We thought we loved each other as we passed by and fell apart as soon as we said goodbye.