It was one night when I was seven years old All asleep in silence I stayed awake in mom’s bosom. Tossing and turning for a while, my drowsy eyes paused under the old wooden bed. There I saw a cluster of soft, lucid lights moving alive. It consistently appeared and then vanished just like a living creature, and it was as intimate as I knew it all along. It was truly a splendor as if it was radiating in all colors of the world. As it danced along with mom’s light breath, I gazed at it for quite a long time, Stunned at its translucent luminosity. Its movement was so alive, that I fell asleep in the confidence of recalling it whenever I wished, But it has never come back since then. This is a mysterious piece of my memory. The only thing I can assure, Whether or not the thing I saw that night was in my dream or my imagination, is that we all grow something in mind that is beyond rationality. To forget it or neglect it is completely on ourselves. Fortunately I haven’t lost the memory of it. The image of that night still lingers in my mind, and has become the window that unfurls the world ahead of me. Every night when the darkness sinks in, Every sense that had been obscured by the sense of sight, finally emerges. The emotions are released to swim vigorously in the tranquil silence, Unveiling the latent side of myself. The deeper I become immersed, the further I can walk into the world of my imagination.