This train is heading north in no hurry. It goes sloppy with a oohing voice along the line. There were only a handful of passengers sitting in each train, including a well-shaped white-haired student who was on his way home for the summer holidays. He looked out of the carriage towards the tinted windows that changed the view between the forest and the city. He's been sitting in this train closet since the morning, and now it's late afternoon. He must have thought in his mind, 'When will it be?'
Afterwards, he took the book from his pocket and continued reading it, but he read it briefly, and he stopped reading it, and endured his belly. He became so frustrated that he wanted to go back to university and hang out with his best friend, but it couldn't have been done because of a letter his grandfather had sent the other day. That's why he's on a long journey on a train like this. He wouldn't have thought about doing anything after he got hungry. So he realized. 'Why didn't he buy a box of rice on his hands?' He started counting one and two to ten, listening to footsteps walking around outside his train carriage, and another, 'Why did he buy a lunch box?, however, he left his wallet in the dorm.' He then laughs to himself in a low, loopy voice of vengeance, but in the end he takes a nap for a while.
He slips away in a dream that splinters out like a branch as the age converges endlessly. He saw himself as a twelve-thirteen-year-old boy, regarly sitting at school with a teacher who was teaching at home. He saw the outlines of that memory more vividly. He's looking for a way to get back at the teachers who teach him every day. He's an old teacher with a beautiful beard. But he never weakened him as the eldest grandson of the Quinzlenz, who had the right to the throne of all Norse, but it was only his fantasies to do so because he was so young and weak for this world, and besides, his family is now the only aristocrat who sustains the country. But he came up with a good plan to pay back this teacher as he could never sneer at him again. During that dinner, he invented words that were specially engraved with the chants of the main religion, until the old master wept with joy.
"Student Lewis, you can make me smile like a child. I don't have anything else to teach you. Poems and bible readings must have been easy for you, but I felt like you were such a child that I was so easily understood that I was jealous," but as soon as he would respond, He woke up in a train that was continuing on his way. Its voice isn't as sound. He put his hand on his hair and laughed a little bit. The main religion, huh?" and Lewis laughed again.