On the east side of [Massa Port], a place that is already far away from the real port. The cruise ships in the distance docked quietly, and the busy scene during the day was silent in the night. Even the lights of the port also become dim when they reach here.
Approaching midnight, the warm breeze of spring will become bitterly cold after being eroded by the dark ocean. The crashing waves hit the concrete shore, but the sound they caused was blocked and filtered by the warehouses on the shore, and no longer be heard the slightest in the neon-filled [Becky Street]. Under the light of the slightly imperfect full moon in the sky, only by looking carefully can you find that a pale palm was supporting the edge of the embankment and swimming slowly along the gray concrete wall.