Shanghai suddenly entered autumn overnight. When I picked up takeout in the morning, I noticed how gloomy the sky was, with the wind blowing in gusts, and the heat had long disappeared. I was wearing a tank top, feeling the coolness brushing against my skin.
I suddenly felt like crying, like an ordinary afternoon after school in Yong County, when the sky turned the whole world gray. Walking on the same gray concrete, the sun in the distance was about to set, and at that moment, I knew, "I'm almost home."
Now, however, it’s hard for me to walk on that kind of road again, to walk on the way home that day; I can't fall like the sun and rise again. After I leave, it's hard to return home; I can only wander like this, wandering, leaving, leaving.