Autumn Is Coming. Are You Going Home?

It's summer again, and I'm leaving home but I haven't thought about when I'll return. What I yearn for is the prosperity of the city, but what I lose is the innocence that I don't want to look back on. Looking for a job and a dull life, but still unwilling to give up the pursuit of prosperity. Money makes people's thoughts change, and love makes life and death possible. Summer is here, is autumn still far behind? Go home or go home? Although this is a short story, who knows what it will become as it is written?