Longing for a small city

It's not crowded

bluestone strips on the pavement

Traces of antiquity

On rainy days

The oil-paper umbrella covers the object

Thin and soft rain threads

Cleansing bright memories

Such a small city

Maybe there's a broken bridge

There may be a legend of turning into a butterfly

Maybe there is—

Far from the many legends of modern civilization

Longing for such a small city

Just want to-

In such a small town

I have a secret of my own

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