被月光洒满的夜晚，我的心总有一个小小的缺口，它沉默而汹涌地扩张，直到变成月亮的形状。我朝它跑去，穿行在旧时光的蒙太奇里。脚踩的沙粒温暖潮湿，你的声音在耳边愈发清晰，拨开层层叠叠的海浪，我看见，思念有了具体的模样。 　　失去是一切的开始。 　　时间会让我们再次相遇。 　　On a night bathed in moonlight, my heart harbors a small void, silently and fiercely expanding until it takes the shape of the moon. I run towards it, traversing through a montage of old times. The sand beneath my feet is warm and damp, your voice grows clearer by the ear, parting the layers upon layers of waves, I see, longing has taken a tangible form. 　　Loss is the beginning of everything. 　　Time will bring us together again.