Evening Bell Church

Stay on the train for a day.

On the train, arriving at 12 noon tomorrow, in the middle berth of a hard sleeper, I can’t even sit up, let alone type.

The kid next door is still crying,

The guy opposite is snoring loudly

The air is filled with the smell of instant noodles

The night is long, sixteen hours...

I hope I can fall asleep.

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