Zeng naively thought that you were the girl who brought me the fragrance of cherry blossoms, you were the girl who wanted to sing with me under the moonlight, accompany me to mourn for the fallen leaves, and draw my appearance in front of the snow-covered window... ...All these hallucinations, as early as the night I met you, began to take root in the depths of my heart, endless joints, overwhelming me. I finally began to understand what a glimpse is. All the fantasies about you, after our face-to-face meeting like lightning that night, silently struck every cell in my body. It was like a storm. They were so clear that every time I thought What I see in my dream is the real you. I can even see the dewdrops on your hair.