In the vast crowd, I walked aimlessly.
Through the streets and alleys, through the rushing crowd.
Looking at this troubled city, I often wonder, what is the meaning of life?
What is it for to live? To die?
A life without a goal is like a walking dead, but the figure disappears, no one pays attention, no one cares.
What an icy city!
I came to the subway aisle.
A faint ticking sound can be heard from the water drops.
Seriously, I feel tired, as if physically and mentally exhausted.
After walking for a while, I wanted to rest, so I sat down against the wall.
The cold stabbing sensation of the tile spread to the whole body along the back, which made people shiver.
"Brother, are you sick?"
I looked a little surprised, a little girl sitting next to me, holding a bowl in her hand.
Her clothes were a little ragged and her hair was a little messy, and she seemed to beg.
But what's interesting is her big eyes--
Innocent and flawless, like the eyes of an angel.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
I answered her with a smile.
She didn't say much, she just turned around and seemed to be looking for something.
After a while, she turned around, holding a soft candy in her hand.
"Brother, this is for you."
"No, you keep it."
That seemed to be the food she had worked so hard to beg. I wanted to decline, but when I saw her firm eyes, I couldn't bear to refuse.
"It doesn't matter." She said with a smile, and pushed the candy over again.
I hesitated to accept her candy, slowly opened the wrapping paper, and ate the candy.
"Very sweet and delicious!"
She immediately smiled when she heard me.
That smile is so sweet.
Looking at her smile, I followed.
Maybe life is running in Haiti, just to enjoy that little warmth!