Our Love Is Too Sad

Early winter. The air was a little chilly, and passersby unconsciously pulled their clothes tighter around themselves. A person stood alone in the bustling city, watching the varied crowd before her, her heart unusually calm and peaceful. The colorful lights stretched people's shadows long, long across the ground, as if everyone were lonely and forlorn. Of course, that wasn't true, because she was the only one who had been alone from beginning to end. Still wearing that old windbreaker, she wrapped it tightly around her slender body, leaving only her clean little face exposed. A little loneliness and dejection showed in her eyes as her bright red lips were tightly bitten by a pearly white tooth...