This is an alley, an old alley that could still be found often ten years ago, but now can't be found anywhere in City K. The mottled bungalows and the uneven stone road show that this alley has gone through many decades, the taste of time and the survival of generations slowly wafts out from every corner of the alley. It's enough to inexplicably move every city dweller accustomed to high-rise buildings and a fast-paced life, leaving them standing dumbfounded at the entrance of the alley, taking a deep breath, and letting out a sigh.
What is there to sigh about? Perhaps it's the childhood time that has passed, the kind of childhood where, seemingly out of nowhere, you'd be hit on the head with a chalk piece, followed by the class teacher's angry shout, "XX, go stand at the back of the classroom!"
