Standing between the city lined with tall buildings, Woolrich Donna, I try to tiptoe. The sight of the distant landscape but I, like the sight of the future. In an October afternoon, walking in crowded streets filled with uncertainties, it seems like I stop breathing. Flocks of birds overhead, crazy and raging around the limited space of this world, it seems more and more that this feeling is so crowded. Many times I do not know how to control those kinds of strange sky sudden confusions, as the night can't control the raging grief. In fact, I think, if I can barely find a way forward, then I will leave. Saying these words, I hear from a noisy corner several cold laughs. Erosion of the season leaves a little bit of residual heat. But anyway, I do not want to refuse. Yes, once I really was such a rebellious soul. However, in this season, what kind of results can be chosen. I remember the first time trip to Shanghai. I sat in quiet street, the crowd seems to numb their faces and eyes, infinite empty, feel a little sad. And now I like them blankly never see the front walk in the streets, like the front of a blank. A lot of time, when I finally know, I missed out one after another and I pass a friend, only to find I have become very numb in the eyes of others, the scenery. I see, once I sat in the street, they get to a naive child. I smile at him distressed. In fact, once I like him, but then my fate had changed. I think he once had as many people. Only later did a lot of people accept their fate, and even sink. And all the world is still going on with their cycle, no end. Lights in the city, like a bright field in the indefinite extension of destruction. Interpretation of a beautiful and grand decadence - .