Those constant flashbacks, those fields, the highway in the rising sun, those lights that are on and off. Joe, you're the best, you're the only one.
The city belongs to the night, the city in the sun is really lackluster, no matter how bright it is, it still looks gray. People are not happy, they always move forward in a hurry. From time to time, I can feel the airflow brought by the flow of people passing by, just airflow, no wind. Sometimes I just want to be a scarecrow in the middle of the field and be blown by the wind. At night it is different, there are lights. At the beginning of the lantern, although it is cliché, it is a word that only belongs to the city. Sitting on the bus and seeing the lights of the city from a distance, it is not unmoved. The colorful lights change on the windows like a kaleidoscope. Who says it's not like a dream? Cities are all too prone to hallucinations.
The city's most famous spot is its TV tower, and the square below the tower is always full of people, especially at night. Because the tower will be lit, the surrounding buildings will be lit. Always be careful not to block the camera of the person taking the picture when walking in this area. Taking pictures of these smiles will be the same as Joe's smiles when he sees New York. Andersen's fairy tale should be changed. The little girl selling matches should be changed to the little girl watching the lights. Every building is a powerful hallucinogen. Like Hoffman looking at the Lady's Building. Unforgettable moments of happiness, especially for a short life. For a moment, I almost thought his dream had become a reality. Sometimes, I feel so close to happiness, I almost feel the temperature, I stretch out my hand, but it is still the car window. Should I blame happiness for hallucinations or just my own passing?
In the end, I didn't know who Joe's girl was, who those big eyes full of pity that kept flashing belonged to, and why there was panic in those eyes. But it doesn't matter. For the bottomless city, we are a group of unknown origins and blurred faces. It may be better at night, and shadows can be seen. At night, memories are often accompanied by shadows, and the complex past will gradually engulf people like the grand lights rising in the center of the city. So there will be so-called parties, pubs, and there will be no shadows in the cloudy lights, people will continue to pretend to be crazy and stupid during the day, and the pretending will become real. Everyone here wants to have a light in the city. In the end, they find that a light is not enough, and there are people, even if it is a human voice, on the radio, on TV, it is also accompanied. There are no ancient roads, westerly thin horses, and some are just as bright and clean as new streets.
Not everyone is for the city. Missing California in Hong Kong, Florida in New York. Sunshine, beach, palm, a calling. It's just that not every story is as sweet as a California orange. The strange and evil appearance of people waiting in the city made the ambitious cowboy also discouraged, and he let go of the "career" that had just started to improve and only hoped that the prodigal son would come back. It's just beginning to end. There will always be an end. Stories in the city often end when money comes on the scene, and cowboy can't learn that. The city is most afraid of fake drama, cowboy said that he can't do this, and he is not stupid.
The shadow of the palm reflected on the car window looked beautiful.
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