A city, a person.

It has nothing to do with the wind, love, or affection. A city, a person, is alone, is the bitter expectation, is the lonely waiting, is the fearless persistence.

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Time humming a cheerful tune, with a brisk pace, skipping away in front of me.

The figure, from clear to blurred, I do not know, that blur is because the figure is too far away from me, or because there are tears that are about to overflow the eyes.

I am really reluctant to give up, that hurried time, reluctant to give up, you leave, reluctant to give up, that will gradually forget the appearance.

Back in this city, still alone. Once came and went in a hurry, until now, I want to take root in this city.

I know that it is not difficult to enter a city, but it is difficult to integrate into the city. I can see the flowers bloom, but I can hardly hear the voice of the flowers. If I can see people crying, how can I understand his sadness?

Once promised to see the scenery, go to the end of the world, but after walking such a short distance, there is no way to go, looking back is bit by bit, but the prospect is endless.

At this point, I still want to settle down in a city and live an ordinary life.

How about this city, it seems that to me, the city, just like that, has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, not love, not sadness. It just sits there quietly, waiting for your arrival.

Come, it is happy, do not come, it will not be sad. After all, people come and go, let it no longer expect, but wait quietly. Waiting for the people who are willing to stay with it and become better together.

I think, maybe I am not that kind of person, passing through cities, I am just a passer-by, and then I return to a city that wants to be a home, only to find that how to live in this city is a problem.

The so-called life, the so-called dream, how to look so like a joke at this time. Life is so difficult, why do you have to embarrass yourself like this?

Perhaps I have been despised now, in the eyes of my relatives and friends, what qualification do I have to choose life? How should I face the so-called life?

The bus went on and off, watching the people coming and going out of the window, and the bus was very crowded.

So many people, I saw other people's faces happy, good is envy, I also saw the sad face, why are they sad? Compared to what's on my mind?

The street outside the window doesn't seem to make much difference, but there are a lot of places being renovated and messy.

Isn't that right? I'm kind of renovating it now.

The renovation of the city is to be more beautiful and comfortable in the future, although it is dirty and messy at this time. And I, also want to become better in the future, then the bitterness and helplessness at this time, should indeed bear.

A city, a person, it is lonely together, is the bitter expectation, is the lonely waiting, is the fearless persistence.

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