I have nothing

 Like a person walking street at night. To his exile in this world of loneliness.
Previously sent to work in Europe, after work I take a bus to Fuchengmen. Get off a cup of cola in a daze near the M , then walk. walk home. back to the rental side of the South Third Ring Road, near the Yangqiao.
is estimated that 8 km away, I am always so, walking home.
along Beijing the Second Ring Road has been south, around the Chang'an Avenue to the Xidan continue south, not far to go to after Taoranting Yangqiao. en route to Beijing can enjoy the distinctive architectural landscape, as well as cars flow, bicycle flow and pedestrian flow. If by chance you are somewhere on this line and I pass by, you will find me blankly as if walking is a mechanical movement in accordance with the procedures and patterns in the road. you for a glance of it, I'm out of tune with the surrounding environment.
I walk in space, is mapped by your side.
I want to walk home for hours, often to come 21:00, 10, 11 point, and even more late. Xidan south of a few sections, there are beggars sleeping in the streets. I have to go through them. always caught my eye was that they have with children's sleepers, and I will be sad pain, this time I can always find a coin pocket inside. I'm not a giver, but could not bear to sleep in through the side of the road starving children while turning a blind eye with indifference. initially will not be for their own nationals to provide basic security Communist Party are feeling sad. was also numb. I still carry inside the coin pocket.
Taoranting often to have been a time of near 11 pm. this time I have to go through the road side of the number of minority persons Station Street women are. They scantily clad, through the dark and looming over the street through, you will see a rich ruby wiping their makeup, it was smoking. They are mass organizations, but it is scattered off, have their own sites, their standing, and looked sad and lonely. every time I passed them, they all seem to feel helpless and painful sigh. I think at this time in front of the children, they might all have the same frustration, right? In their eyes do not know what I look like? will sigh for me it? people walking home overnight.
to Yangqiao, I got home.
Street did not take a long time now, and moving and After changing jobs. just a sleepless night last night, thought of her own loneliness. discovered that in fact my sleeping children and, like streetwalkers. nothing. nothing. In fact, I like them, are waiting for a handout. Children waiting for the coins, Station Street Girls are waiting for clients, I? waiting for courageous and Zhilie love?
do not know who whispered in my ear: She does not exist, even if there is not met, even if met is not entitled.
fate of almost?