Fortunately
lose my life
I stayed alone in this extremely nostalgic time and space for a long time.
As for the story of this old city, it seems that if you dip some ink at will, you can write out a thick book.
I have seen all kinds of people here. They are all weird and weird, busy with their livelihood, drunk and dreaming, lovers dying in love, and man-made scandals repeated again and again. Some are childish but have great intentions, and some have nothing to do with themselves but are in a mess.
I've seen a lot of them, but I can't tell any vivid stories.
Maybe it was the first time we met. I couldn't even say a word and assumed that we would never see each other again.
So they are alive and can be made up by me. Then take a nap. Good news for you by the way.
This is just a big dream.
Intention: love