6432 - To the indescribable loss we are losing

Jun 4, 2021

On the streets of Hong Kong, every pillar on the flyover, one by one, a gray, dirty, dusty plastic bottle, shaking in the wind, the so-called "hanging small bottle (homonym)" is also. Under the scorching sun, like an unextinguished cigarette butt, scalded marks in my heart, one, one, another. I once thought that when I grew up, I could be like the fashionable city girls in front of me, walking lightly through the high-rise buildings in Hong Kong; however, the bright future dream seems to have become bleak and empty with the bloody news photos. .

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