"I worked from the age of twenty-six until I was fifty-four, saving up for a house, a car, and now they're all gone... Who wouldn't feel heartbroken..."
"Everything's gone, the house, the car, even my wife and kids."
"Now there's nothing left..."
"I spent my whole life driving trucks from dawn till dusk, and in the end, I have nothing."
The person who had initially retorted felt a bit uneasy and said, "But we're still alive, aren't we? In such a major disaster, nobody expected this time would come..."
"Exactly, if I had known earlier, I would have spent all my savings!"
"..."
"Ugh, being alive is really fucking useless..."
The man on the top bunk let out a few dry coughs with his head tilted back.
His face was streaked with tears.
His hoarse voice was filled with deep confusion.
He dared not think of his wife's face, even deliberately trying to blur past memories, otherwise, he would lose even the courage to live.
