On the way to the university, just before you get there, there's an abandoned theater. My mom used to say that it was one of the most popular and crowed theaters in the city. I don't really know what happened to stop the performances. Every time I see its decayed front I imagine how it looks inside currently. It must be full of dust, broken glass and torn curtains, moldy seating charts and an odd feeling of loneliness.

On the way to the university—just before the entrance—lies an abandoned theater. My mom says it was once among the most popular theaters in the city. I don't really know why it closed. Each time I walk past its decaying facade, I wonder what it looks like inside. It must be full of dust and broken glass. I bet the curtains are torn and the seats are moldy. It is surely a lonely and empty place, but perhaps if you use your imagination, you can still see the actors performing through the shadows, and hear the applause of the audience echo through the empty silence.