I can never remember the last phone call Jian Meng made to me.
That afternoon I sat alone on the cable car, listening to her statements over and over again over the years.
Later she sighed, that was all. I originally thought that after experiencing all kinds of ups and downs, people could become a quiet and gentle river, but unexpectedly, I started trying again and again because of the rough waves.
Although this attempt is accompanied by heart failure and exhaustion, people always have hope for good things.
After hanging up the phone, I stared out the window blankly. I have left and returned to this city with sadness and joy, but what I brought away with me will eventually be reduced to nothing under the judgment of time.
Listen, the clatter of horse hooves passes by.
But I am a returnee, not a passerby.