Collection of short stories | The way home

The sky in this place is very blue...

The sun is gentle, the sand is black;

The roadside has never stopped, it is full of anger;

The special Portuguese floor is very distinctive, in Asia ~ only we have it;

I walked around ~ found the tourists are gone;

All disappeared, the busy home turned out to be...

so peaceful...

The people around became low-key, bowed their heads, and were busy passing by...

who I am? In this unfamiliar environment...

Why did you stop when you were busy...

In the short time I've been away...

Leave me alone! Where were you before?

You who are studious...you who learn to get a better future;

I'm sitting on that sandy beach, where the black sand can merge into one,

Compared with sunlight, one is bright and the other is gray;

Strong contrast is my stupidity;

Everyone here has become 'Kamen Rider',

We become mysterious and impregnable,

We are extreme ~ but not conservative,

In the future ~ we will definitely return to the glory of the past!

After facing the reality...