The ten years of three urban women: they experienced the depth of life and the reality of love, but none of them got the life they originally designed. Looking back at my youth, some words are out of date before they are spoken, and some people disappear before they have a chance to love seriously. People are coming and going on the city streets, and the sun is like the smiling face of a fat baby. Who is ambiguous about whom, who bows his head for whom, and who turns his head for whom. Wearing bare feet, high heels, and black sunglasses, urban women are hiding from the rain on a sunny day.