Bise Village, what a beautiful and refined name. I fell in love with her at first sight. From the North Passenger Station to Caoba, you can see a small train parked on the rails. Slowly up the track, the Yellow mottled walls came into view. The French clock without a pointer is still hanging on the porch, and the tracks that can no longer run are still far away. Even on cloudy days, the abandoned railway station is still beautiful and unreasonable...