I've met too many people like you.
Come with ambition or love, thinking they can conquer me or find a home with me.
You fight, love, prosper, and perish in my arms.
You dye my river red and light it up with neon lights.
Your story, to me, is just another ebb and flow.
Will I remember you? Perhaps, when I dream back one midnight, the wind on the Bund will carry a familiar smell of cigars, or a very light sigh, like the cry of a phoenix.
Then, at dawn, a new ship docks, and a new story begins again.
——I am Shanghai. I never fall asleep.
