The night of the Holy Island was my biggest surprise. After watching another sunset on the beach cliff road, I turned to meet the brilliantly lit town of Ferra. The surprise at the glance, the purple and red at the glance, suddenly felt that there was no regret for this trip. The back of the street lamp, the distance is the focal outside under the big aperture, so round, so coherent, is to think how many opportunities to meet in this life. Even if there is, we are slowly old, maybe there will be no such touch and feelings. Walking around the town, all the neon shops propped up the street light, so warm. At this time, an ice cream is no longer pleasant thing.