At the dim dawn, the blue sky embraces the soft clouds, and the fried-egg-like rising sun gently opens a corner of the clouds. The warm sunshine shines on the dusty but lonely world, and every corner of the city begins to become noisy.
In an alley called Angel Street, the narrow aisles and broken walls are all painted with different angels, exuding the original innocence and touch of angels, making such an ordinary alley full of life.
After missing the cycle of seasons, what should be retained can no longer mend the festering wounds. How can we learn to let go? What I got in exchange was not pain but regret!
I am a killer, will my fate be like the killers in the book? Hey, are you still in this world? We may be in different time and space, but meeting you may be because time and space cross and we meet at the same place. Maybe you are a phantom, maybe you are weaving a short dream with your own spell, and dreams will always wake up. When I wake up, I become melancholy, replaced by emptiness!