Go South to Pan for Gold

Every day, looking at the hurried flow of people on the street, who knows how many of these strange faces come from far away and come to this city as if they are on an eternal date? No one can count, only these strange faces come and go, disappearing and reappearing constantly. Their stories are told over and over again and then forgotten. They are just the most ordinary people in the city. They are silent and waiting quietly...