Someone pushed the button to stop the bus and it sounded in the car.It sounded like a distraction, a small fool, and I even felt ignored about the value of my existence.I lost confidence that my collar might be small.The woman with rugged eyes got off the bus.The white dress matches the elegant look and looks like a beautiful oneesan.I'm still young. I don't think I know how tired I am.He put the coin in his mouth and thanked him, lowered his head, smiled and stepped over the steps of the bus and got off.She was a woman who looked like she could do anything.If I were a man, I might have called.It must have come from the pathetic desire to listen to the path rather than the Nanpa and get involved in one end of her life.