The setting sun above the building, the sound of broken bells. A wanderer from the south of the Yangtze River looked at Wu Gou and photographed the whole area, but no one understood or wanted to see it.
At dusk, she would still sit on the top of the sunset building and look down, looking at the bustling crowd and the yellow sand in the sky outside the city in the distance, feeling a little sad in her heart.
When she and Sunset Tower have become legends that need to be looked up to, who knows the loneliness in her heart. That touch of white and the mist and mist of the Jiangnan water town were both dreams she could not hope for.