The dusk of the city is like a golden red silk, sliding down from the gap between the high-rise buildings. The neon lights of the commercial street light up one after another, turning the hurried crowd into silhouettes in the light and shadow. At the corner of the street, a dilapidated mini truck is like a lonely boat, parked on the edge of noise and silence. The back of the car is simply covered with a blanket, which is the temporary habitat of Aqiang and Aling.

Aqiang squatted beside the truck and wiped his guitar with a cloth. The wooden pegs glowed with warm light in the sunset. It was the only bag he brought from his hometown of Baise. Aling beside him held the wheelchair armrest tightly, and the silver wheels reflected tiny spots of light in the twilight. She gently stroked her husband's shoulder and whispered, "Let's sing "Boundless Oceans and Skies" tonight. The little girl cried when she heard it last time."