No Lights: A Picture to tell (Issue 1509)

Leaving my parents alone, it’s a little bleak.Walk slowly forward, no matter how long the road is…………………………………………………………….The shoes were so polished that there was no place to put them.Put it with Jean, feet up…………………………………………………………….Spring Festival, the view is the first choice.Heart suddenly open, the city became a point…………………………………………………………….