Browsing casually through shop windows of varied souls.
Even if they seem familiar from dreams,
Pay no heed to those earnest yet false calls of desire.
Beware of beauty in darkness—fleeting and brief,
The night chills, spring rain mysterious as a meow.
—— Years ago, my cat at home vanished mysteriously. Now I am far from Taipei. What remains worthy of nostalgia from that city life is perhaps its lonely figure on a cold spring-rain night, sitting quietly by the window, gazing at the desolate street.