The Flowers Have Not yet Fallen and I Remember the Beautiful City

I never thought that one day I would be able to come back here. Maybe in a sense, it does not belong to any of us. The lights of small cities are not as bright as the neon lights of big cities. It is impossible for me to look for the so-called rising sun in the nooks and crannies of ordinary life. I am not the male protagonist in the novel. As mentioned at the beginning, the crumbling walls, red tiles and blue bricks, carrying the memory of my death, will remain silent in the streets and alleys forever. But you are different. If one day, I can write you into a novel, please don't say I am selfish, because I love you deeply. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.