The Men's Gang helped the men, and the old boy sang out the helplessness of reality. My father is not the second generation of Li Gang, and he is not me. He stands alone on the city's overpass with no money and no background. With the endless flow of vehicles and the crowds running like rivers, where can I find a place to stay? Don't complain about reality, don't choose to bow your head. All we can do now is rise...
Otherwise, everything before was empty and nothingness...