When I left work the day before yesterday, I was walking outside, and suddenly I saw a milky Audi car slowly coming to the side of the road, and then I saw a puppy thrown out of the door, and then the Porsche owner came up with oil and a buzzing car, and the little guy couldn't see what was coming back, and the little guy couldn't see it for seconds, and then he just started chasing, and the little guy went after it for a long time.
But why would it be an enemy of a car, and I didn't even know where to go, when I felt like I couldn't stand it, and then I followed it in silence, when the little guy looked like a lost mother's child, lost his face, and didn't know where to go or where to go, and the little guy looked pretty white and didn't know what was wrong.
When I see it, I think it's kind of sad, and I can't help but see it on the street, because I can't help it, and only give it time to settle it, and it'll miss its former owner for a few days, but it'll probably be happier if I meet a good master, and I think about it, seeing people in the streets rushing to see and talking, and I'm tired of running, so I brought it home.
It's better than being in the street, and when I return home, I see its eyes red, I wonder if it's too sad, and sometimes it continues to hum in the corner of the house, and it always feels sad, but it's the same kind of serenity and bitterness that comes before me. I don't know what it was before, but I can't say it's better than it was before, but I'm sure it's not easy to let it starve, so I'm going to give it to the time to believe that it's going to be better slowly.