The train slowly started on the tracks, countless raindrops fell from the sky, striking the window, splashing beads of water, forming streams that blurred the view. The cold wind blew the curtains, bringing in the damp mist from outside.
On the grey-clad earth, a line of vehicles, like tiny ants, moved across the vastness. Cloaked in raincoats, holding umbrellas, people continually moved old things onto trucks during the rainy season, while others stood in the rain, staring blankly at the ruins of the city through the curtain of rain, bidding their final farewell.
The train kept moving, faster and faster, and everything in sight gradually receded, becoming more and more indistinct until it was no longer visible.
