It was late at night, the lights were dim, and the cold wind was XiXi.
The alleys of the winter night are so silent that only the sound of footsteps can be heard, like white dew falling lightly, like plum blossoms blooming.
I walked through it alone, my thoughts surging like waves.
Emotions bloom quietly in my heart, like a dream that has become a thing of the past, warm as jade, within reach.
Lights dot the night sky like stars, illuminating every corner of the alley.
I walked on the stone path, feeling the coolness coming from my feet, as if I could penetrate my heart and reach the depths of my memory.
Under every lamp, there is a story, and in every gust of wind, there is a trace of memory.
It was a winter evening, and I met you in this alley.
Your smile is as warm as the sun, dispelling the chill in my heart.
From that moment on, I knew that I was deeply in love with you.
We walked through winter after winter together, leaving our footprints in every corner of the alley.
In those days, we walked down this alley hand in hand, sharing each other's joys and sorrows.
You are always there when I need to be there and bring me endless surprises and touches.
Good times are always short-lived.
When the twilight is thickening and the night breeze turns on the farewell mode, there are faint tears on your face.
Many times, a turn is a thousand rivers and mountains, and a parting is a life.
I can't describe the feeling at that time, it was loss, helplessness, and regret.
I hugged you tightly, hoping that time would stop and let us stay a little longer.
On the day of parting, there were snowflakes in the sky.
I stood at the end of the alley, watching your back fade away.
At that moment, I knew we were destined to be separated, but I also knew that my heart would always belong to you.
I've dreamed of you every night since.
In our dreams, we still walk hand in hand in the alleys, sharing each other's stories.
Those dreams were so real that it was as if time had never passed and we had never been separated.
I know it's my thoughts of you.
I miss your smile, your warmth, your tenderness.
I miss every moment we had together, those happy times and those arguing days.
I miss everything about you.
Late at night, I stood at the entrance of the alley and watched the night sky dimly lit.
The lights, like the beating of my heart, swayed in the silence of the night.
I think of the days we used to walk together, those warm times and those touching moments, all of which come to my mind one by one.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, as if I could smell you.
It was a unique fragrance that permeated the air and was intoxicating.
I was immersed in this memory, as if I was in a dream, and the familiar and strange world was once again presented in front of my eyes.
I slowly walked deeper into the alley, and those familiar scenes came into view again.
Those old houses, those mottled walls, and those bluestone pavements all bear witness to the love we once had.
I stopped and stood at a brightly lit junction, where we had met and where we had separated.
I stared in that direction, and an inexplicable emotion welled up in my heart.
It is longing, regret, attachment and expectation for the future.
I know that we are destined to be separated, destined to face different lives and futures, but I also know that our love will always exist and will not change with time.
The night is getting thicker, and the wind is getting stronger, and it blows the corners of my clothes and hair, bringing a hint of coolness.
I stood there, quietly feeling the thoughts and attachments, which were as leisurely as the wind of this winter night, but untouchable.
Time passed quietly, and the night was dark.
The alley gradually quieted down, only those lights, still flickering faintly, like my heartbeat, always beating, always thinking of you.
Tonight, my dear, I can't sleep until you can only scatter your thoughts in the sky.
It's an emotion that can't be forgotten, it's an eternal memory.
It will remain in my heart forever as one of the most precious treasures of my life.