He liked to walk along the empty road at dusk and step on the accelerator to the bottom. Even though the dry wind and sand always made his cheeks hurt, his sight still stayed on that horizon. He was the same as that line. There would be no ups and downs at the end of time. He thought all this would become eternity until she appeared.
The horizon separated night and day, and at the moment of falling, he actually forgot which one was his real self.