We used nicotine to remember the past. The shadow cast by the light on the beer glass fell on my face, and then twisted my body with the noisy sound, and was dimmed in the colorful flow of people. Men and women in July have the decadence of July, but the air conditioning in July only has the air conditioning in March. In July, I was swallowed up by the couch. In this summer, my shape is like water. Without support, it will flow down and hide formlessly in every corner. I was among all the people with the same faces as me, watching those who were smiling, crying, wearing masks, and those whose faces were older than the white paper, stagnating and sinking together. As it sinks, the water rises, submerging the truck of desire.