On the street corner, I passed seven or eight old men with similar fates, and saw the ugly old woman who was once lovable and now has a hunchback. The mixed joys and sorrows of these eighty-year-old Eves formed the cold structure of the city.
And he was in such a corner of the city, breathing the city's breath, but he only looked at the only person.
——She is the lone lamp in March, and he is the river she lights up.
——She is the sunshine in the deep valley, and he is the dying hungry man.
I'm waiting for you at the end of this world, waiting for you to find me, come to me, fall in love with me, and then take me away.
This one-way secret love on the road to the unknown is destined to be bumpy.