像每天早上一样 Comme tous les matins

An ordinary day starts, punctuated by the automatisms of a man worn by his peers. His only happiness: a morbid passion that should be, like every time, a mere formality. But after this day, nothing more will be as before. 平凡的一天开始了，被同龄人穿着的男人的无意识所打断。他唯一的幸福：一种病态的激情，就像每一次一样，只是一种形式。但这一天之后，就不会再像以前那样了。