Time Passes Through Your Street

I still remember walking down that street that time. You ask me, do you know where I want to take you? I smiled disdainfully, haha, where is your home? I don't know why you've forgotten it, but I've actually been there I still remember that the rice cooked by someone was terrible. It was obviously white rice, but it was rotten like a pot of porridge. Someone's bed is very soft, and it seems like you can see stars from the window sill next to it. You said that many girls lived in that room. Now every time I go to the library, I pass by it. . . . That street, sometimes I wonder, will you go downstairs? It's funny. You no longer live in this city. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.