It's another sleepless night. I can't help shivering, twitching in an instant, and I can't get rid of your clearer silhouette in my mind. However, at this time, are you standing in front of the window like me, feeling the brightness of the stars with your heart, carrying the expectation of love in such a gloomy late summer, and thinking of our most beautiful meeting that day? Perhaps, you never recall, never think of, those days when thoughts flooded, indifferent mood, just because of your appearance, even if you cry, it is like a pear flower with rain. Outside the window, the dim street lamp is on lonely, and the faint yellow is like a lifetime ago. The water drops on the glass window are more and more clear, but I can't see my own image, dribs and drabs, and all you are reflected. Your smile, breath and breath are so kind, so warm, but so far away. Memory is like a wild horse leaving Xinjiang, galloping all over the world in a world where there is only you and me. Think of your quiet face, just like the goddess written by Anger, indifferent; Think of your bright eyes, just like the heart of the Seine, calmly and without deceit; Think of your bright smile, just like the spring breeze in March, warm and never stiff ... I don't know how to interrupt this endless thought, just let it be willful once, let it drift freely, let it spread into the Tengger Desert, and from then on, it will accumulate and take root in the depths of the soul, leaving it intertwined and intertwined. When the footsteps of parting become clearer and clearer, we are destined to disperse and continue our unfinished lives. If I say I can't let it go, just one month, are you willing to believe that my sincerity and persistence only come from my deep heart. I like to look at your bright eyebrows and white teeth, and when I laugh stupidly, I also hold my heart. It's like a small stone thrown into my heart, with layers of ripples, full of circles, all traces of our acquaintance. I like to hold your soft hand and watch the sunset slowly on the grass with trees. I like to take a walk with you after dinner, wear loose clothes and pants, and dance the irregular cha-cha under the dim street lamp with passionate music. I like watching you eat gracefully, not as fast as this Mongolian girl in front of me. I like to hold a big bottle of Sprite with you and flee to the rooftop of the building, let the fierce cold wind penetrate my body, and plan my restless life in the vast expanse of the world ... You say that we are friends, and then leave your smart signature photo and die in the fierce roar of the train. I said, we are friends, so I gave you a conch bought on the Bund. I heard that you can hear the whistling sound of the sea breeze when you put it in your ear. You said that we are friends, you should always remember me and wish me all the best. I said, we are friends, and naturally I won't forget you. If I hadn't pursued my dreams all the way, I would have personally sent you on the train home, even if I was sad and at a loss when I left. We are all children from the prairie, breathing the fragrance of qingqing grasslands and singing passionate and unrestrained folk songs under the same distant and open sky. In fact, not wanting to say goodbye is as illusory as a mirage in the past, but goodbye is never seen again! I once crossed the sea of people and held hands with you. If you also believe in fate, let's continue this relationship with our heart. Even if the hourglass of time runs out of each other's youth, after many years, when you pick up that yellowed photo and look at the vague handwriting on it, I will never forget it as long as you remember it. Time flies like water and life is short. The butterfly of time flies by, but the imprint on our hearts gradually becomes clear, enlarged and repeated with the passage of time. That is the most precious thing in life, which we all had. If life had never met, I wouldn't have appeared in your dream. We are all constantly passing strangers, writing different stories at different times and places. If life never met, there would be no fragments of you in my life. We are all counting our own days, different starting points, different experiences and different endings. I met you among thousands of people, no if, no early step, no late step, and I met you almost perfectly. So, I broke into your broad vision, and you decorated my deep dream. Since then, we have the same memories, the same dreams, and the same fate that no one can envy.