Li Gang and I had been walking in the street for a long time that night.

Looking at this glorious city, I feel more desolate and powerless than ever before. Those invisible hands are always in front of us, and we can't breathe under pressure.

This city is like a noisy honeycomb, you are busy all day, building and adding bricks and tiles to the city, watching it changing day by day, flourishing and dazzling, you think you belong to this city, in fact, you are only the worker bee of this city, the fairness on those faces, the Rights promised to you, those beautiful blueprints, but only to make...