This is a city of sin, but also Sex and the City. There are neon lights everywhere, bright colors everywhere, and darkness everywhere.
Under the dim light, individual figures shuttled back and forth.
They have no names, or rather, they never leave their names.
They are the intersection of desire and redemption. They are at the bottom of society, and they also wander among the top people.
My name is Aman, and I am also nameless. I am an ant at the bottom of society. Aman was the nickname given to me by others. Later I also called myself Aman. Often, like others, I will not leave behind the name "Oman".
We are the lowest class of people, wandering around for food and warmth. Sometimes he is carefree and happy, sometimes he has no fixed place.
Sometimes I would also fantasize about having true love, until in the end I suddenly realized that I was just a tool for the other person to vent their desires.
The last thing we people can't dream about is getting true love.
No one wants to wear worn out shoes.
Concept: A group of special people and their stories