Paris is romantic, where even the air contains love. And New York is a colorful complex of contradictions. In this highly developed city of material civilization, it exists not only science and technology, but also love, chance encounters, encounters, reality, dreams and space for you to realize your dreams. You will see countless towering skyscrapers, or beside the crowds of people, there is always such a long street, in front of a warm little bar, there are strangers who meet and communicate, they are attracted by loneliness, and talk about life. Ups and downs, then they get love, marriage, or a good night, or just a short but happy conversation, New York is a different kind of love, full of surprises.
New York is a diverse city, people from all over the world, they have different races, different beliefs, different values, where they are accepted and always maintained in different angles or degrees of affirmation. Of course, this place is still full of all the memories of the past. When the middle-aged singer came back to the city again and stayed in the old hotel, she was dressed in white and holding violets in her hands. All she saw was the memory of the past. Back home, she said I love this city, that elegant, quiet, simple city. Her memory was finally shattered in reality, the waiter jumped from the bright windowsill, the memory died in reality, and the female singer returned to reality.
New York is an ambiguous city, a cigarette can give birth to love. In the New York we watch in movies, there are lonely men and women waiting to meet on street corners, on the side of the road, in front of bars, and in taxis. What is staged in New York is only a fragment, and what is put together is only a corner of this incomplete city, but we are enough to feel this ambiguous and warm city...
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