Life is a never-ending drama, and we are all people in it.

Work overtime until nine o'clock at night. On the way home, I took the bus, didn't wear headphones, put down my cell phone, and just quietly emptied it.

Because there is air conditioning in the car, the outside of the window is covered with water vapor.

The light from street lamps and headlights outside turns into a gentle halo through the window.

The child in front has been chatting with his mother.

There are many cars on the road, even worse than when you get off work on time. There are red taillights in front.

If I were at home, there would be no sound now. However, in this city, people come and go, and the uncles and aunts who have set up stalls at the bus station for fortune telling have not yet closed their stalls.

There are stalls selling all kinds of snacks on the roadside, which is very lively.

Some people are greeting the guests who eat midnight snack, some people are whispering to the people next to them, and some people are in a hurry.

Think of that sentence: life is a never-ending play.

We may be happy, we may be sad, we may be miserable, we may hesitate, these are all part of the drama of life.