On the train, her.
Calm and beautiful, beautiful and gorgeous. It is a beautiful landscape painting.
The woman in the painting is quiet and refined, with a tear hanging in the corner of her eye that may be an ink drop. It is such a painting that causes such sadness.
It has a soft and gentle yet cruel and deadly tragic charm.
I have forgotten that I am just a small duckweed in the river.
The train hasn't arrived at the station yet, who will comfort that wandering heart?