Sometimes love is like waiting for a bus. Buses that you don't want to take will stop for you one after another, but you can't wait for the one you really want to take. It's like a deliberate prank.

When the bus finally arrived late, two or three buses came in a row like an appointment, making people wonder what to do. No matter which bus they took, they couldn't erase the faint sense of sadness in their hearts, and they were always worried about whether they missed it or not. is the best choice. It wasn't until the two cars crossed that they saw the scene from the window into the car, and they suddenly became enlightened or regretted.

The bus routes are complicated and miscellaneous, you can choose. Some are fast and convenient, but there are very few shifts, and it is possible to wait for it to rely on luck and perseverance; some have frequent shifts, but you must change trains in the middle to reach the destination; It’s a non-stop passing stop; sometimes it happens to wait, but the stop sign and timing are wrong, so people can’t get on the bus; some cars are easy and comfortable, stop at any time, but can’t drive to the place you want to go.

As a result, some people squeezed into the car reluctantly, and walked the entire distance in a panic between the doors opening and closing; some people saw the stop sign by mistake, got on and off in a hurry; some people changed their original intentions, but lost their way in the constant transition; Missed the destination, but unexpectedly enjoyed the beautiful scenery along the way; some people couldn't bear the torment of waiting, so they had to correct the direction and choose a safe bus with many shifts for most people.

Because of their youth, many people have waited without hesitation for a bus with a very long interval between flights and hard to find, but comfortable seats, caring service, and straight to the dream destination. But more people lost their patience one after another, randomly picked up a bus and hurried away.

That kind of departure, the energy that was wasted, the youth that was given up, didn't the sacrifice have no value at all? Was the waiting due to a desire for perfection, or was it purely unwilling?

There are people waiting hard for a bus that has already stopped running. Willing to gamble to admit defeat, this is the result that should have been expected when choosing this bus, in fact, there is nothing to complain about.

There are also miracles. Just as this man was sadly crossing the road and walking towards the bus bound for another destination, he suddenly turned his head and saw that the rare bus he had been looking forward to had arrived. It stopped steadily in front of the stop sign, blinking its lights on and off, as if mocking half-hearted people, while pedestrians who happened to pass by stepped onto the car carelessly, unaware of their luck. But miracles didn't happen to him. He tried hard to catch up, but was blocked by the red light, so he could only stare at the car as it sped away, helpless.

In the end, there are very few lucky people who got into the car and got out of the dilemma of waiting or compromising, but began to face the problem of finding a parking space. Problems always arise and problems never end.