People could no longer distinguish whether it was sadness or joy.
Or perhaps it was just an indescribable feeling that faintly lingered in their hearts.
If it could be said...
Ito Makoto's "Scenes of My Hometown," took people back home.
Then Xian Yu's "The Original Scenery of My Hometown" turned the concept of home into something vaguely familiar.
Perhaps people thought of their hometowns all the same.
But even with many fond memories of home, people still could not remember them clearly.
They were only vague and confused, relieved yet saddened.
It seems to still be there.
And yet it seems to be gone.
Revisiting the old place feels like a lifetime ago.
...
Living in the crowded and noisy city, people have gradually become irritable and restless, forgetting the tranquility and leisure of the soul.
Yet at this moment.
Something seems to have been reawakened.
When the music came to an end, the applause was already like a tidal wave.
