Riding a bright red motorcycle into a strange city under the scorching sun, you smelled the tragic smell of youth on his body. After decisively not loving you, he saved you twice. But one time it was a willing love, and the other time it was just a forced and helpless pity.
The train whistle sounded again, and you felt like a fool, but your grip on the train ticket became tighter.
You and she watched the fireworks that filled the entire sky. In fact, neither of you like those short-lived and ethereal beautiful things.
I'm sorry, no matter how hard you perform, she still hates you so much.
In the end, you were still so drunk that you couldn't lift your belt, but no one was willing to lift you up and tell you that she was an idiot.