The Ironwood Bridge is very busy at night. Many people often come here to take a walk, and admire the scenery, especially, since there is a separate corner for young people to sit and sing together.
There was too much hustle and bustle in the city, and, somewhere, like-minded people meeting. I and my friends walked along the banks of the Perfume River until the moon was high.
The moon has just emerged from the cloud over🌕
Around 00:00 at night, the flow of people also decreased, only a few people and a few loving couples were dating under the moonlight in front of the quiet Perfume River.
We brought our guitars to the middle of the Ironwood bridge, choosing a corner that was spacious and cool enough for us to sit in a circle.
My best friend's old Guitar😊
In the quiet and peaceful night, in the middle of the Perfume River, a guitar sounded, and we sang love songs together. It also seems to want to join our music, sometimes the surface of the lake will rise with small ripples as if it is dancing to the tune. There is a gentle breeze blowing and the sound of waves on the lake is as gentle as immersed singing and guitar.
On the other side of the river, the flashing lights reflected from the street lights, and the lake surface reflects the images on the shore as beautiful as an oil painting.
Those moments may have been listened to by the Perfume River, recorded, and then sent down to the deepest abyss of the riverbed. I feel as if the Perfume River can embrace all our song lyrics, our voices, and our sorrows.
We sat singing, confiding, and discussing life until dawn. When the garbage truck bells and vehicle horns sounded to signal the beginning of a new day, we also stood up to say goodbye to each other and return to continue our work.
🐌Hard-working snail