I was queuing on a line. People came. We are young but this is not an all-in-one shield to the reluctance to responding the society...Paris has used to be beautiful and delightful. The glamorous fashion and the elegant gentility equal a silky city with fame and wealth. This is the past. In the past, we see Paris a metropolitan place with dream and hope. It changes a bit. Social problems exist in front of the displaying window right next to the pedestrians. I was standing in front of the youth time, and a face with awful fall of ethical trait gave a hand to the disordering requests. Stolen heart, destructive steps, the future of the city is fallen onto a muddy black hole. Suddenly I saw a Paris in twenty-year time can turn into a stardust that lose it’s ever shine and faith. Another evening, a front light on the bike was transferred by the darken hand to a new bride that can never be visible. Melancholy - this is a stunning wedding with ringing bell from the dusty chimney. La Seine is a flowing fluid which has already been frozen in its heart since the forgettable moment at the back.
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