The South Wind Knows the Rain

My name is Gu Ye. They say Nandu is a city of dreams. But in my Nandu, it always rains. The rain pounded endlessly on the windows of the rental house, and the neon lights melted on the wet streets, like an abstract painting that could never be finished. It was beautiful, but it did not warm the body. During the day here, the cold light reflected by the glass curtain wall makes people dare not look directly. I blend in like a forgotten line of code. And night is the truth of this city. It hides all its ambitions, secrets and unquenchable lights in deafening music, in a corner you don't expect. I've lost my soul here, and I've met people who make me want to live again. If you are also in this city, if you have ever felt that you have nowhere to go on a rainy night. Then, my story may be yours too.