The street lights at the alley are always on late at night, like my unextinguished cigarette butts. They defined me as a "bad person" and summarized me as "rebellious", but no one asked me why I stood in the wind. This is my youth, half true, half fabricated, all filled with unspoken thoughts.
Purpose: Describe the loneliness and misunderstanding that young people face when growing up, explore the true self under the label of "bad person", and convey the sense of relaxation that youth does not have to be perfect.