The snow finally fell in this city, and the black snow vultures covered the gray sky. In the cold north wind, the hoarse cries of the snow vultures tore sharp wounds in the sky.
It was finally time to leave this sad city. Dong Cheng looked back at the gloomy and gloomy sky above the city. The cold north wind ruffled his long hair and stung his eyes deeply. He rubbed his cold hands, then put them to his mouth, breathed and put them into his bag.
Come on, dawn soon. Maybe she won't come. She is the only person he cares about in this city.
Good night was the last word Dongcheng said to that city.
Dongcheng closed his eyes and took the first step to leave the city. He was like a lonely swordsman. The black guitar on his back was his sharp sword. He would only move forward, leaving behind deep and shallow footprints and a lonely city.