There may be a song that is set to play when the favorite calls on the mobile phone.

The relationship ends, but now he's used to that melody. Even if it is deleted from the phone, it becomes a conditional reflex when it is heard on the road, on the radio, on the television, and the hand goes to the phone. but in vain. eyes rush to the horizon with a blank gaze, accompanied by the familiar melody. The ears do not want to hear it, but it is too late, the band has begun to ring in the brain. As it wants to move away from the body, the band wraps itself around.

I can do nothing but take a deep wind from the cigarette and continue on the road to those treacherous notes.