There is a sweltering moisture in the air, like a fog. The faint light of the lighthouse in the distance made the night even more silent. From time to time, I heard a humming sound in my ear. I felt like it was a crisp and sweet song, and it was the charm of the night.
The streets of the night are like a calm river, squatting in the dense shadows of the trees, only those leaves that are rustled by the rain and rain, seemingly recalling the excitement and busyness of the day.
In the faint twilight, you will embark on your return journey, I don't know if you have a good day. There is a heart in the far corner to be stationed and mourned for you. Don't have to remember, because the wind that has just passed is my gentleness.