Dog Prison Screen

Urban children do not have childhood. They are adults from birth. The tone of the city is bitingly cold, and no matter how hearty the side dishes are, they just add some flavor to the coldness. This is a city, and there are only two types of adults here One is rats and wild dogs. The other type is people drinking coffee in high-rise buildings. They share the happiness of the city. All I have is coldness, and this coldness will stay with me forever. Therefore, I long to have a dream, a dream above the dark clouds.