The city is like a bubble floating on the water, coming and going with the wind. If you cannot take root, you will always need more than you get.
The sun shines on this land, it's beautiful!
I think of the man who came to the city in search of life. Occasionally one day, he walked one street after another in order to find some soil for a pot of flowers. Except for scattered bits of soil in the green area, the rest is still the same reinforced concrete as before. And that's what he didn't dare to dig.
It turned out that he remembered that he was just like his potted flower. He couldn't live with the little soil he had and would eventually die.
Sad, always sad. What life brings to me is not hope or happiness, but only hesitation, the hesitation that comes from life!