The first time the train left, he stood looking at it from the same place, and he was reluctant to turn around and leave. I knew he was going to leave one day.
Many times we are like this, we are loose in the familiar environment and people, living in the chaotic and narrow town, day after day. Lost in superficial and fleeting orgies, self-doubt, powerless to change. Trying to deceive yourself with shallow laughter: all is well, all is as it should be
But there are also moments when you participate and start to think. You look on, but you start to hate it. I thought I finally saw something clearly, but I found that many things became more and more blurred. Not everyone has the opportunity to come again, not everyone has the ruthlessness and perseverance to stay away, and not everyone has the love to tolerate and forgive you for all the dirt and mistakes.
Many times I either continue to sink, in fact, the days and life are like this, and they are over. Look at the beer belly and look at the ugly self.
Or I'll just get on the train away from everything and say goodbye to the routine, the goodbye - "I don't know where I'm going, but I know I have to leave"
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