This is a story that originated from a dream. When I struggled to wake up from the dream, I felt that the emotions in the dream had been brought into reality. There seemed to be something stuck in the throat, and I couldn't swallow or spit it out. My heart felt like it was drizzled with lemon juice, sour and bitter. After waking up, I want to record this dream. Maybe the plot is old-fashioned, maybe the writing is childish, but I want to remember the feeling in it, a feeling that I can't bear and can't realize.
One person, one city, is enough to make you feel heartbroken for a lifetime.
There is no need to complain, there is no need to be obsessed, just an answer that I want to wait for but may not be able to wait for, and a sincerity that I want to give but I don't know if I still have the chance to give it.