Future built on empty skeletons.
小姐，小姐！这是单位！
I'm sorry,
Why isn't the garden open though?
Gated communities.
FOOLS! DON'T YOU KNOW?!
The future is built on your present, not your past.
What a past
Concessions of confused citizens
Who are we?
They don't ask.
They don't remember the masses of May 4th
The red that was shed
Instead, the city mourns, but the people are dry.
A city of exiles, accidental residents. You are
The loving, kind-hearted whore that always hopes for your prince, your saviour.
You welcomed and supported the dreams of many,
but none asked you who you are, what you are.
For you hide behind a mirror and each only sees himself when gazing into you.
And they all left
You,
They left memories, the most painful gift,
because you feel the joy but know it to be over.
But I am also guilty, because I have
to find myself.
And you faithfully shine back my solitude.
You understand me. When I look at you--
I see myself.
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