A lonely street
A homeless young man.
The city lacks warmth.
Young people have been wandering in this city for five years.
I still can't find my own world.
It's a long night and a long way.
Young people really want to rest on the spot.
But I'm afraid of heavy rain
I am afraid that the sadness that can't be washed away will accumulate inexplicably.
I dare not expect too much from you.
Because it's not your type
Why pursue it?
Why not let go and let the other person have a chance?
Looking for a new coast