Weeds Will Not Burn

Looking at the prosperous scene in front of him, the boy asked: "Why is this city called the City of Solitude when it is so lively?" The old man stroked his hair and murmured: "Who would have thought that this desolate land was once the place where Zen was granted the title of emperor. It was a group of people who did not want to be slaves to the subjugation of their country." The loneliness in the eyes seems to be constantly telling the story of the city. Perhaps when the city is prosperous, it is the time when the city's luck has run out.