The city at night is really charming, bustling and deserted. There is no so-called happiness around, at least for now. Xiao Lin opened the window and lit a rare cigarette. The smoke he puffed out left no trace in the night; yes, it dispersed as soon as the wind blew. I wish my emotions could be like this. I really hope to see him again, his familiar back coupled with his immature smoking movements and his face that turns red when he drinks. Would Tuanzi feel distressed if he saw it?
Concept: The joys and sorrows of a young boy