Accustomed to a person talking to himself, imagining a person wandering aimlessly in the city. I began to practice starting from a strange station and going to another strange station. If all the subways are connected into a world, can they take me anywhere I want to go?
I got lost in the crowded carriage, and although I opened my eyes, I was still sleepy.
At which station do you get off? The crowds in the station always come and go in a hurry. Will someone wait for you at the subway exit?
I don't remember looking up at the blue sky. Is the change of cloud still fascinating?
Maybe we can fly freely like birds. But I often get hurt in this city. Fortunately, I recovered quickly.
Sometimes I feel that the world is a maze with no exit. They cut off all the branches swaying in the wind, and I couldn't hear the gentle sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops.
Sometimes I feel that I have reached the end of the world. In this city, I keep getting lost, getting on the wrong bus again and again. I often don't know where I am or where I'm going.
You asked me the way home and I panicked. Can't you see that I am different from others?
The world suddenly darkened. Who's playing a prank? I groped blankly, but I couldn't find the source of light.
I'm trying to find hope, but I'm afraid luck is around, and I accidentally missed it.
After stumbling, I seem to understand that many things cannot be forced.
I am in a dangerous city, ready to wave goodbye at any time, but the surprise and beauty of this world still make me attached.
We always leave in a hurry before getting to know each other. We broke up on the subway again and again. I am exhausted. What's the next stop? Will it be another nonstop subway?
Wet clothes will dry out eventually. Yesterday's sadness, I have forgotten, is no longer important.
This stop is the end? Or another starting point? The air is filled with the fragrance of grass and birds are singing. I once again recall the silent funeral under the osmanthus tree in my childhood. Maybe we should sit down and have a leisurely cup of tea and express our hopes for the future.
Am I too extravagant and life is so unpredictable? Let's sing! Let's dance! I always forget to say thank you! Thank you for always being with me.
I am looking for the sweetest red apple in this troubled city, a lost Jin Yezi. Looking for the faint light in my heart.