I don't know what kind of story will happen to me, and I don't expect anything anymore, since I am still alive, since I will never see my Xiaoya again.
But I should have said something, I thought. What can I say? Or what should I say?
The city in front of me has never belonged to me, and it probably won't be mine in the future. Should I vent all my grievances to her? To this cold city that does not belong to me.
Maybe people in the world will think that I live a good life. From a certain perspective, yes, I have a happy life and a harmonious family. Maybe you can imagine what kind of person I am, yes, the most ordinary person living in the city. Maybe I should question whether I have ever existed, just like there are too many individuals similar to me. For too many reasons, I can only treat them as non-existent.