When you get lost, you can only look for bus signs along the road. When you reach the end of the road, you finally find a decadent bus sign. Look at the time in hand, and then look at the last bus time on the sign. What can we do or can't catch up? The street lamps are gradually lit up, leaving only helpless shadows on the empty road. Occasionally looking at the car with headlights on, the shadow extends more lonely. At the next fork in the road, I finally divided myself and the shadow into two roads. Gradually, I couldn't see clearly ... gradually, I was afraid ... gradually, I cried ... gradually, I opened my eyes ... gradually, I was blurred ... gradually, I realized ... gradually, I woke up ... gradually, I found ... I was dreaming ... gradually, I smiled ... ...