A river meanders along the edge of the city. The Muzha Line of the Taipei MRT awaits its final run. Evening joggers gossip about their neighbors, while crickets chirp gleefully—“the night breeze feels so nice.”
(This part turned out unexpectedly sleep-inducing—I kept dozing off while editing.)
A river meanders along the edge of the city. The Muzha Line of the Taipei MRT awaits its final run. Evening joggers gossip about their neighbors, while crickets chirp gleefully—“the night breeze feels so nice.”
(This part turned out unexpectedly sleep-inducing—I kept dozing off while editing.)