Human dust

As time enters November, the warmth on the streets of Milan disappears, replaced by gusts of cold wind, blowing away the hearts of travelers and their sorrows. We always think that lights only provide us with light. It was only when we saw the swaying lights on the cold streets in early winter, emitting bursts of yellow light in the cold wind, flickering but never extinguishing, that moment I knew why I lingered for so long #米兰 #旅行