Arrogance and indifference are his coats. Loneliness and low self-esteem are his original appearance.
Whenever the night is quiet. He always takes off his cold mask. A man is sitting on the windowsill. Look at the car lights coming and going on the street.
From time to time, a pair of familiar gentle eyes always followed his every move.
He was at a loss. Helpless. But no one can understand.
No one could listen to him.