That is, a place that draws the imagination and desire of generations of people.
Friends drown themselves into the dark water fearlessly. There are couples, parents and children.
It’s the shore of my friends.
In this era, we are all tempted by the aura – like a moth thrusting itself towards the fire fiercely.
It’s the shore of this age.
The aura exists in the present, but its lures are not authentic and real. Who wish to stay on the roofless land, keep oneself untouched, and stare the bizarre landscape of the other shore?
It’s my shore.