For a long time, I kept thinking whether it was the right decision to come to Shanghai.
There is no doubt that it taught me a lot, taught me how to grow up, taught me what reality is, taught me how to hide myself and face everyone in life with a mask.
But what I lost can never be found again. They seem to have disappeared into the reinforced concrete of countless high-rise buildings in Shanghai, stubbornly refusing to appear no matter how I call them.
All I can do is watch the night view of Shanghai silently on the balcony, and miss the youth that flies by.
It is like a colorful snake, occupying the deepest corner of my heart, biting it from time to time, reminding me of its existence, day after day, year after year.