Little girls and their mother were waiting for the train to depart on the platform. It started to leave, then they quietly weaved hands to the conductor, who got on it. He also weaved his hand while smiling.

People gathering here have such diverse figures; one has black and dark clothes, one has casual clothes, and one has sleeping wear.

I’m waiting in the waiting room. Sitting on the couch, I text this message to learn how to write in English.

People around me seek some possibilities that may make themselves happy.