Some wounds can't be healed, so don't touch them…"
At night in this city, the lights are bright, the lights are bright, the traffic is busy, and the noise is lively. What a summary of the prosperity.
Look at the people coming and going on the street, everyone is in a hurry. What you see when you look into each other's eyes is indifference. Can you see anything else? They seemed to have a heavy and mottled lock on their hearts, and the key to open it was right there with them. Maybe some of them lost their keys. Where? Where? I'm afraid they don't even know it themselves!
I remember someone once said that there is a person living deep in everyone's heart. That person is his scar. This scar is hopeless. If you touch it accidentally, your whole body and even your soul will tremble secretly and feel a dull pain. As time goes by, it will be buried deep, covered with dust, and forgotten...