In every concrete and stone jungle, I searched for the lost fairy tale.
Every time, when I am about to smell their scent following that vague clue, they are always sensitive to me, quickly cut off the clue, and disappear without a trace. They often leave me under a certain tree, under a certain overpass, or beside a certain trash can. Until people looked at me strangely, I had to muster up the courage to look for the next jungle.