Night falls quietly, swallowing the endless darkness, opening its huge mouth with endless edges.
Light a cigarette and put it to your lips. I can't understand your smile.
Is it bitterness or ridicule?
Your eyes stare at the neon lights in the distance for an instant.
What's on your mind?
Do you feel sad about the cruelty of society, or feel helpless about the annihilation of human nature?
Do you love this city?
Or hate?
Is it because of its feasting and entertainment, or is it because of its romance?
Or is it the boundless confusion bestowed on you?