It was a foggy city. When he arrived the city, it was midnight. He got out the train, walked into the mist. The lights at the station made the mist in white. Because of confusion of which way he should go,  he ignored the train leaving. All sound seemed to be sink into the mist.
Someone's hand touched his hand. The hand belonged to the staff of the station. The staff looked sleepy, eyes closing, looked like a dream-walker. He handed his luggage to the staff.
"Thank you.  "
"You are welcome, Mr."
"Here is so foggy that I can't distinguish where I am."
" Mr, you will be accustomed to that. You just need some time"
"I don't think so."
" Yes, you will. You just need some time."
"Why are you sure of that?"
"One day, you will hear the sound from the wild."
"What sound is that?"
"The sound about our fate."

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Reading  comic and  literature books,painting,and sleeping with my cat

Where I come from.
What I do for living.
What about me.
They are not important .
Please,  don't ask me.