For a moment, I was at a loss, the crowds were overwhelming, and I forgot my way home.
"This is the city he loves. The sky is clear and the rivers are criss-crossing, like butterflies struggling on a spider web."
"His eyes are penetrating, reflecting all the beauty and purity, and filtering out the dirty and irresistible."
"I love him, and I also love the house and the bird."
"But he doesn't seem to love me, which breaks all the frivolous romance."
"Yes, but I was too young and didn't know how to love him..."