I like walking on the streets of different cities, yeah. It's a person! No, because every city has its own unique landscape, the Gothic mansion that I like, the elegant attic that I love, the blue harbor that I'm obsessed with, or the sad platform where I don't love you. None, just because that strangeness brought me too many surprises and an inexplicable throbbing in my heart. There is no shortage of love in every city, so I like to wander lazily on the streets and watch strangers tell their different stories of love. They cry and laugh, whether they are happy or sweet, and then they turn around and leave with a chuckle. I wonder if there will be a city, a love, or an accident that can make me stay for a moment and move me. Then I freed up all the space in my heart and continued walking, passing by strangers one after another, looking for the person who was accidentally put into my heart.
From then on, I no longer like the streets of different cities, I don't like watching the love of strangers, I don't like listening to them tell their stories, and I no longer remember what I once felt in my heart.