The train station was noisy and crowded with people coming and going, as if every train station was crowded with people. Looking at the crowds coming and going, I was squeezed into the crowd and had no place to shield myself. The departing people on the platform expressed their reluctance to leave with their lovers, relatives, and loved ones. It seemed that the breath exhaled by the people in the air was also filled with a gentle separation. It seemed that it was time to leave.