They say every city has a weight of its own.
And right now, perhaps you're working overtime in a rented apartment late at night, while your supervisor says, "This proposal needs some work"; perhaps you were just told, "You're not getting any younger," at a matchmaking event; perhaps you're looking in the mirror and saying, "You can do this," while the tears just won't stop.
This is a story written for you. For every soul carrying a heavy burden through the city, for every brave heart still holding on to its dreams, for every heart defeated by life yet still gentle. I know you're tired, but please remember, you are not alone.
This is our shared youth, our shared pain, and our shared growth.
