That was a whole night of longing. He always convinced himself that he was a contented person and a nostalgic person.
He guessed this was his punishment for turning day and night upside down - he confused pain with words, his name and knowledge collapsed into a ball of foam, he no longer heard the divine revelation as a reward, he gave up his gift.
He left the narrow house he was used to living in and came to a more prosperous city. He met a tree. The bare dead trees told him of his longing for the South, and he took off his hat. He could not resist the urge to mourn for his lost lover in the South, who was his gift.
If there's anything unreasonable about the worldview, I'll let you know.
The sultry and scheming one VS the beautiful and powerful one who suffers pitifully
Intention: Evil cannot defeat good