I set foot on that road for the seventh time. The white poplars on both sides were swaying in the wind. The trees planted too densely formed a gloomy country, trapping him and me inside.
He was wearing a stereotypical suit, as if he had never noticed me, or maybe he had never taken me into his eyes.
This was my impression when I first met him, but later, he held me in his arms, kissed my forehead, and said he loved me.
Philosophy: A poor and boring man finally escapes from prison