At a concert, someone asked me to order songs regularly, and I quarreled with him. He lost to me, and although he finally ordered a song, he refused. No need to guess, you can't guess what song I ordered. Do you think this is the point that makes me die unsatisfied? No, later, after the WT Hong Kong Stadium, I waited for my friends to go back to the hotel with me at the back door of the Red Pavilion. Their car just came out of the parking lot and turned slowly. He didn't know why he was lying on the window, just looking at me. Then! He just grinned, very exaggerated, with sarcasm in his laughter, hum! Now I can still think of that face occasionally in my midnight dream.