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The city buzzes like a mixer on full power - it's impossible to tell day from night, and neon has long since replaced the sun. Life is bustling all around, but it's more like an endless highway: everyone is rushing somewhere, buying something, waiting for someone. And somewhere in the middle of this crazy Shanghai, you just want to breathe - but the air is thick as soy sauce, and it's easier to breathe through your mouth.

Every line conveys the fatigue of a tourist who has seen everything except peace. A little sarcasm, a little melancholy, and a desire to escape to a place where papaya replaces rice and silence replaces honking horns. Sometimes ‘Go home’ sounds not like retreat, but like salvation.