In these old residential buildings, where every structure is soaked with the breath of years, the once incredibly fashionable gym equipment now only consists of cement-cased circular stumps. Large patches of ivy climb over wall after wall, adding a hint of coolness to the scorching summer day.
There aren't many residents in the community, mainly grandmas and grandpas who don't live with their children. The elderly, in their seventies and eighties, reluctant to use air conditioners, sit in the shade waving fans, watching the group of eccentric, middle-aged people on the central small square dressed in white linen dresses as if going to a funeral, and listening to their nonsensical slogans, they adjust their false teeth and voice their high opinions unintelligibly: "Futile fussing!"
However, despite their curiosity and disdain, the voices still come through clearly.
"...Every pore is receiving the light of love from the cosmic nature,
