The irony is.

Under the streetlight.

Countless young people who were full of hope and longed for the future got out of the car excitedly.

The moment you hit the ground.

They seem to be the future owners of this place.

Any storm is just a paper tiger in front of them.

But in fact, street lights have never changed.

It's just that those who leave feel that it is seeing off their dreams.

People who come feel that it illuminates their lives.

And dreams are like a game.
Chapter completed!