Love and pain like smoke

She said: "Some men are suitable for friends and confidants, some men are suitable for lovers, and some men are only suitable for crazy lingering.

She sat in the corner of the bar, with the smoke between her fingers, arrogant and untouchable, lonely and sad. She struggled in the swamp in the crisscross of love and pain.

Smoke-like love flies away between the fingers, but the pain is sucked into the lungs and can't be erased.