The tall buildings block our view.
Reinforced concrete imprisons the feelings of communication between people.
You may have overlooked the friendly neighbors who take the same elevator with you out of your house every day.
You may have forgotten the innocence and ignorance you had before coming to this city.
It seems that no one in this city is truly his master,
No matter how many years you work here,
It doesn't matter how many houses you have here.
We are all passers-by in this city,
All that is left in this city are the marks of sweat and hard work,
And our fleeting youth.