No matter how you cried last night, when you wake up in the morning, the city is still full of traffic.
There is no soft love in a hard city, life is not Lin Daiyu, and there will be no various customs because of sadness.
Many people don't need to see each other again, because they are just passing by, and forgetting is our best memorial to each other.
The pain of parting and disappointment has lost its voice.
I miss the sun most when it goes down. I said to your city: I miss you. I wonder if you can hear me.