Won't You Give Me a Ride on That Bus? [Mysterious Driver] (Weekly Short-Short Note)

The terrifying heat of the sun is scorching the asphalt, and my head feels like it's boiling over.
I just quit my job a moment ago.
I was told that my existence had no meaning.
Is that so?
I left the company just like that.
Where are my feet heading now?

Was there a bus stop here?
A pure white sign with no destination written on it.
It was just painted with the word 'Bus' in black letters.
Before I knew it, a bus appeared from nowhere and stopped right in front of me.

I boarded through the open door.
I am the only passenger.
I cannot see the driver's face.
Where is this bus going?
I tried asking that.

To the place that is waiting for you, sir.
The bus started moving.
It sped along, and eventually, the bus kept driving down a narrow country road.
Where is this?
The town where I was born and raised.
The town where my parents sleep.
The driver dropped me off at a small temple.

I see.
I press my hands together in prayer at the moss-covered grave.
Did my parents call for me?
You can start over as many times as you need.
Just being alive is enough.
The bus is already gone.