一场降雪后,天气突然变冷了。树叶还在树上,准确地说还没到冬天。我一个人走在灰蒙蒙的大街上,看着一辆辆毫无表情的自行车从我身边匆匆而过,一张张陌生的脸隐藏着各自的身世、家庭、心境、职业、未来和欲望。这是熟视无睹的日常场景。那么多人,守护着那么多的秘密,他们还有梦想吗?他们各自的梦想又是什么呢? After a snowfall, the weather suddenly cooled down. The leaves are still on the tree, to be exact, not yet reached by the winter. I walked alone in the gray streets, looking at a passing blank bicycle passing by me, a strange face hidden their own life experience, family, mood, occupation, future and desire. This is an everyday scene that turns a blind eye. So many people, guarding so many secrets, they still have a dream? Their dream is what is it?