The cow came back, and I didn't get on the train again. I was almost crazy with jealousy, and my hands are shaking as I type now. I can only whisper "Fuck, fuck..." I want to laugh, but tears fall all of a sudden. No matter how hard or poor my life is, I will never feel sad, but when I see this kind of thing, I feel so uncomfortable that I almost suffocate. I got up at 9 o'clock in the morning and read this news. I have been distracted as if I was slapped hard in the face, and I still can't figure it out.