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The city hasn't changed since the last time I saw it. Acreages that settle sturdy amidst glimmer along the exquisite arteries—compeling fervency to each tread that lapses through. The hustle and bustle never changes, even after the sun sets on the western horizon. This is typical of a city center that will always be busy as time goes by; this city will never sleep.

The city of Linkon bears witness to a thousand memories we share—from the tallest buildings to quiet street corners. From parks to pedestrians, how many jokes do we tell? How many hugs and kisses full of affection are now just a dream?

My heart rebels, and my body wants to move—to hold you in a warm embrace while whispering in my hoarse voice, "Please stay longer."

I, with all my efforts, strive for your happiness where I stand—here, in this city—while the warmth of the bustling sea of people fills the heart of the city. I hope this place can take care of you as well as I do.