Some people say that marriage is the tomb of love. Those two people living together may be the way to the tomb. Someone would like to ask those golden-married old people, don't they still love each other after all these years? Yes, that's right, they have always loved each other, but the love has long since ceased. What remains is family affection and habits.
Since we were born, we have been constantly choosing stations to change trains. During this period, we will meet like-minded partners to go with us, and we will also encounter annoying people who are forced to go together. But these people are supporting characters in the journey where you are the protagonist. They will get off the bus, or they are still on the bus and you have to get off.
The stories that happen on these cars are just like the dreams I have every day. Stories will slowly fade away as we grow older, and dreams will be forgotten soon after waking up. So I wrote them down and left them to the person who has forgotten the story to recall them slowly.
Intention: Let it happen