A lonely afternoon

It was a muggy afternoon with a gentle breeze, and in this city made of steel and soil, there was no scent of flowers, no streams, no tranquility.

Living in such an environment, we are not lonely to speak of, but the distance between people is so strange. Our bodies are close to each other, and we can't feel anything but body temperature. Bustling, who would like to stop to smell the flowers by the road, who would like to stop to see the clouds in the sky, who would like to stop and listen to the birdsong in the air.

Author: Yu Weigan