This city is so noisy and lonely, a strange city with strange people, people coming and going, but I can no longer find the person who played with the paper kite together. Singing childhood songs, I thought I would never grow old, but I didn't expect that tomorrow I would no longer be able to catch up with my grandma's little white dog on my high heels. Yesterday is a thing of the past. I wave my hands and I run singing and say hello to tomorrow.