Love Is Like a Cocoon

She was driving her car, wandering around like a lost soul. The flowers, plants and trees next to it are like old movie shots, slowly sliding by. It seems like I have returned to the 1920s, a time of war and chaos, black and white and gloomy. If she could escape, she would rather never be in it. The phone rang like an explosion, like a soul gathering lamp, gathering back all her lost souls. The call was unfamiliar, she had never seen her before, but she always got calls from strangers. Even lonely ghosts have to live. She answered the question very neatly, generously and concisely. The person who just lost his mind seemed to be another...