In a cafe called Chongqing Forest on Shanghai Road.
I was sitting in a window seat, lying in front of the window, smoking and staring out of the window.
The traffic outside the window is very busy and the night is flowing.
There is an old song...
In a cafe called Chongqing Forest on Shanghai Road.
I was sitting in a window seat, lying in front of the window, smoking and staring out of the window.
The traffic outside the window is very busy and the night is flowing.
There is an old song...