At the end of the torrent of youth, I held your hand and struggled in the turbulent reality. It felt like a long time passed, and my body gradually began to sink. I wanted to hold you, kiss your face before drowning, and remember your temperature. However, I found that what I had been holding tightly in my hand was just my too formal thoughts. It turns out that I have been a lonely soul for a long time. I sighed softly and spit out the last bubble, who wouldn't? ——"A Lonely Soul"