It's snowing. Without warning, the city's hazy yellow lights covered it gently.
Wearing only a sweater and no umbrella. Cut your finger with a branch. Dark red blood slid down. The faint smell of blood melted away. The snow in Shanghai is very dirty. I don't like it. I wonder if one day I can bury myself in deep snow. To the fish in the deep sea, frozen. Find happiness slowly.
That should be a wonderful thing.
I know. I'm trying to escape this city. Forever.
Snowflakes are fleeting. The whiteness disappears. It comes and leaves without much change. So small.
Like us.