Late at night, the streets are filled with silence. The moon is looking for dreams, leaving behind a lonely smile.

Under the moonlight, pieces of dead leaves fell to the ground.

The night wind whimpered and moaned.

Every light seems to be a reminder that everything is destined by fate.

The street lights flicker, listen carefully to the sound and silence, and see that the east is dimly lit.

Memories are always accompanied by moonlight.

The old scenes in my dreams still give me warmth.

I can't forget that sweet and happy moment, and I hope those memories will be reborn.