At night, the city is sparkling with stars and dimly lit. Look into the distance and watch the fireworks that are accidentally set off. They are grand and eye-catching when they bloom, and they are hurried and endless when they disappear.
It seems that no matter how vigorous the past was, after the prosperity came to an end, it became nothing more than a passing footnote in life.
I never know if, if we had the chance to do it again, we would have a different ending.