Newbie on the road, posting for the first time. . .
Superficial attacks and ordinary feelings, the acquaintance of idiot lovers.
There is no strong person, no son, no beast, no Mr. Perfect, no coy, weak, flat-chested, no pear blossom carrying the rain, no lofty words or lofty ambitions.
There are only two idiot couples and a few passers-by.