You are here, I miss you so much. . . .
On the road in the dark night, only the traffic lights in front were visible, and the only cars passing by were battery cars struggling to make a living in this city. After working overtime, I ran out of the company in a hurry, but in the end, I still couldn't catch the car that was going home. Wen Yi sat blankly on a chair at the bus stop, watching the red light change color in the distance. The road was still so depressed. It turned out to be so late again.
Thinking about how bad today was, I tried my best to put my head in my arms and stared at the intersection in front of me where the bus appeared, not wanting to cry.
Whenever I want to be alone alone, there will always be familiar memories running into my mind. Sunlight shines through the glass roof, and melted snow drops fall on the bluestone. The sound is so far away. Someone is coming: Wen Yi, you are here. . . .