There is a small road between the two villages, leading to the village in the city. This is the road I have been traveling on for four years. There is a mulberry tree at the end of the road. I wonder if it has fruit now.
She had been in this city for ten years, had friends, had a job, and had children, and then she left here. She probably left by plane, and I didn't see her off.
Sometimes I wonder if she would be happier if she really had the opportunity to meet someone who could be counted as a friend.
It's a pity that she has no friends in the past ten years. There are many people around her who are not her friends. I can't be her friend.
Purpose: Make friends in the hustle and bustle of the city
