Old street - a faded photo brings me a little nostalgic feeling. Back to the alley of the old street. The smell of shrimp cakes sold by the old man at the end of the alley permeates the old alley. The stray cat swings on the swing casually. The sunset shines on it again. It squints. The season of light rain has just ended. The old street that my parents walked together again, but now I can't go back. Looking back, it has been many years. Looking at the sky through my fingers, I have returned to that old street. I lean on you and drift away.