city

In the end of the city, not busy streets, shining neon; In the end of the city, only old shanty towns, bears the life of wind and frost life; In the end of the city, and they have a group of people.

They grew up in the hometown protrude, pure soul in the fields in the jointing stage heading. In the field of the wind, they run and looked forward to the. The wind blow in from the field, blow into the cities, for a living, in the future, they followed the parents came to the city, in the end of the city taken root.