On this gray morning shrouded in fog, the sun was still forgotten in a corner, full of darkness. However, this forgotten city is once again secretly moving in my direction. The shady breath behind him kept coming. At this moment when you can't see the sun.
In an instant, this city machine had already engulfed me, and since I found out that I was engulfed, I didn't even have time to blink an eyelid. Immediately, the desolation was already in front of my eyes. There was a deathly silence all around. Even though this city is quietly moving, the inhabitants of this city are still sleeping in our memory. Yes, all our lost memories are stored in this city. The inhabitants of this city use our memories as dreams as their sleeping agent. There is nothing wrong with them. They live in the form of goblins that we know as they live in the Forgotten City. The Forgotten City, that's what I call it. Because the human beings who have entered this city will forget the existence of this city when they forget their own memories, but I am a special being, and the occupiers of this city cannot take away any of my memories. Memory suckers are a few "people" who guard this city.
We can't see them, but we can feel the coolness of being skimmed by them. I've never seen what they look like. Or they are impossible to see with the human eye alone. They give the memories** they suck to the goblins here as their sleeping agent. Perhaps, without our memories they would not have been able to sleep at all ......
There are three days in every month in this city that are the city's regular festivals, the Enseong Festival. Yuancheng is the real name of this city that I call the "Forgotten City".
In the middle of the night, shuttling in such a quiet city, there is no loud noise, no dazzling flashing neon lights, at this time you can feel the jungle wind from the ancient era, a faint fragrance, pure elegance, as if the hand of ** brushed, soft and slightly with body fragrance;The land has been covered by urban molds
But vaguely oozing the breath of the depths of the soul, whenever the period after the rain is extraordinarily clear, people who don't understand always cover their noses to avoid it, people who enjoy it always keep taking a deep breath, it is cherishing, it is appreciating, it is the resonance in the veins of their bones;High-rise buildings, one by one, layer by layer, layer upon layer, Xi accustomed to seducing people with their ever-changing, keep unloading, putting on, thinking that every time the new can hook people's hearts, the heart has drifted away, the unintentional has been stopping, looking at the ocean and sighing ......
The crowd of people coming and going, there is always a little bit of color to make you blink a few more times, there are always a few backs that make you feel delusional, the loss of looking up and looking down is particularly obvious in the city, and the face that turns around is filled with the smell of suffocation, lingering, and the heart is pressed with a stone will also be so suffocating, and the same thing seems to be more appropriately described.
There is always a light on in a corner of the city, and no one knows for whom, perhaps for those who long for that light, so as not to get lost, it is always on.
Rain, intermittently washed the whole city, but also in the primary color, but unfortunately the traces of the years have always been profound, even if the rain keeps flowing and only accumulating that little trace, those green years have been taken away by time without saying a word, if there is really no trace left, then how to hide the unforgettable aftertaste.
It turns out that the city has already moved into love, but it's a pity that it has lost that heart.