七月微凉

The work crowds pushed home morosely over the pavements. The rusty sky darkened over high buildings, the tall street lamps were lit, innumerable trucks, street cars and elevated trains clattered by. Nobody and nothing in the great city stopped for my loneliness. I sat alone, waiting for my another half...sometimes, I lost myself in the swarming crowds.I am so simple a lady, only want a little happines