I still remember our nights by Dilai

Arriving at the station, the boy transferred to another train, descending deeper underground. A light mist hung in the air, and the yellow streetlights gave the station an almost dreamlike quality. The walls were covered in old graffiti painted with glowing colors, a reminder of a time long past. As the train continued its journey, the boy remembered the nights spent in this world, filled with distant memories and soft nostalgia.