Every time she heard the moving songs, she always recollected the scene that she saw him in the slivery white moonlight, she thought him as an angel without a pair of wings.

• 那时候，更多的想到了“得与失”，觉得自己在这一刻没有抓在手里的东西就永远是虚无缥缈的，多想也是无意的，只有真正抓得住的，才是属于自己的该想的那一部分。