This is a special era, a magical era, where everything deteriorates from good, yet everything is reborn from destruction.
No one can describe this era with words. People shed their cloak of innocence and become as shrewd as the jesters in novels. However, the pace of social development is faster than when people were innocent.
A new day arrives punctually, and the rising sun turns the land, cooled from the night, hot once more.
A delivery cyclist, pedaling furiously on a green bicycle with a basket full of newspapers, speeds through the community roads. He can always accurately throw the newspapers onto the lawns of people's yards while holding the handlebar with one hand without slowing down.
Of course, this is a scene only visible in a middle-class community, where everyone has their own private yard with lush lawns.
