Summer nights always bring a trace of drunkenness, and I am so miserable that I can only ride that two-year-old car. Running on the road. It's time to fall in love. I have been in this city for two years. But I know. We only have a superficial understanding of it, and the desires of men and women in this city are not so explicit. . On the lonely road. There will be hard-working office workers, flamboyant college students, and aunts and uncles cleaning the house. There are many kinds of people. The coat wraps the colorful heart. I don't know where the road ahead leads, I'm just searching based on instinct, looking for something called light. . On the road. I met a lot of men. Maybe it was my expression that shocked these male animals. I deliberately acted ugly today. I wanted to understand the humanistic level of this city. I turned up the volume of my headphones very loudly. I felt a lot of discomfort. . . I can't seem to find a way to vent. I kept it in my heart for a long time. The pain is overwhelming. . Those who made me suffer and cry. . I was laughing and telling them irrelevant things. . , But you know, there is not a moment when I don't want to break their necks, is this growth? . . . Damn, it's euphemistically called growth, but do you know how much I've paid for this growth? .