C675 I'm Sick
In the middle of the night, the high-speed train took me out of this city full of sadness and helplessness. Along the way. As I headed north, I was very tired, but I couldn't sleep at all. I only saw the completely black scenery outside the window, flashing past my line of sight again and again.
If my life is a story, at this moment, I can't see the end of this story