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the night falls, and the city lights are shining with silver light. the dim light of the street lights illuminated this noisy space, but it also faintly revealed the loneliness.
an old-fashioned coffee shop on the old streetstanding quietly, as if frozen in time in a certain era. its windows, like eye sockets, occasionally reveal a faint grayish white color, like memories forgotten by time. the patterns on the exterior wall seem to have been eroded by time, leaving only mottled traces, fluttering in the wind, as if telling a story.
"old wang" was sitting at the window seat of the coffee shop. his eyes were always staring out the window. just like the years he had experienced, he was filled with a deep and indescribable sadness. he was once a young man full of passion and dreams, with bright eyes, like the future he had, like a blue sky filled with sunshine.
he remembered that at that time, he was full of hope, running around the city, making his dreams come true, as if leaving his own story in every corner. every new beginning seemed like a miracle, and every challenge seemed like a test, but he never gave up on his ideals.
however, time flowed like water, taking away all his hopes. he saw the shadow of those dreams, but could not touch them. he looked at the ever-changing scene in the city, as if he was also experiencing the passage of time. the passion he once had gradually faded away, leaving behind a feeling of loneliness and confusion.
he thought of that opportunity, a sudden opportunity that gave him the opportunity to embark on a new field. at that time, he was full of expectations and thought he could realize his dream, but the reality disappointed him. he saw those past glories, but found that he could no longer catch up, as if he had fallen into an invisible fog and didn't know how to take the next step.
he raised his head and looked out the window. the city lights gradually dimmed, and night enveloped the entire city, as if the whole world had fallen into silence. his eyes were full of exhaustion and struggle, as if he was looking for an exit, hoping to find a direction, but could not find the answer.
the old wooden tables in the coffee shop have been soaked by time, leaving a touch of green color. he tapped the wood of the table gently, as if looking for an answer, but under the barrier of reality, his voice seemed weaker and weaker.
"have you ever thought about whether your dream can really come true?" he murmured to himself, as if he was looking for the answer and the hope he once had.
he thought of the dreams of his youth, those hopeful scenes, which seemed like another world, but the reality made him feel confused. his eyes gradually became blurred, as if they were swallowed up by time and reality.
on the old street, this coffee shop stands quietly, as if waiting for a new story to begin. it has witnessed countless lives, those past hopes, those dreams, and those past futures.
