At the edge of a quiet town, there is an old cart that has not been used for a long time. The cart is made of wood whose color has begun to fade due to the hot sun and rain that come alternately. The wheels that used to be sturdy are now starting to rust and look fragile.
Every morning, the seller enthusiastically pushed his cart through the city streets, greeting neighbors, and creating bonds with many people. However, as time went by, the market that used to be busy is now starting to become quiet. Buyers began to become rare, and finally the old cart was left alone in the corner of the city, a silent witness to the passage of time.
Around the cart, wild grass grew, adding to the impression of loneliness. But, even so, there was something that still caught the attention of passers-by. Maybe it is the history contained in every crack in the wood and rust on its wheels. The old cart seems to remind us of times gone by, of inevitable change, and of the simple things that once colored our lives.
Now, the old cart is just a memory. However, despite its old age, it still stands tall, as if telling old stories that are timeless.