Entering the subway station, I have been used to such a scene, The crowds are like waves, one after another, pushing against each other. Complaints, shoutings, quarrels, rushing into my ears.
People collide with each other like bulls in a limited space.
Struggling to squeeze into the narrow subway, Surrounded by tight breathings.
The subway drove out of the dark tunnel, a ray of sunlight spilled through the window.
Everything is restored to its usual, The turmoil turns back to tranquil.
No matter how hasty the morning is, Our plans are not disrupted. We look forward to tomorrow, Just like yesterday.
This is Shanghai.