There is no charm that can please the dawn in the ruins of the bustling city. Our small city, which has no mountains or rivers and is deep in the plains, is so desolate. The gray and oppressive plants that cannot be touched or melted away from the sky are also lifeless. Being soaked in such heavy air all year round, even people's thoughts have become stagnant and dull, as if they have been corroded. The only thing with a sense of movement is the vein-shaped railway that maintains the heartbeat of the city, bringing news from the outside world and preventing the originally gloomy life from spreading a rotten smell.
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