Without Zhu Yan's world, my life has become disorganized. I don't eat on time and don't sleep on time. From now on, my life is in a state of insomnia. I even hope that this world will always be dark. I began to hate the day and miss the night. I wandered alone in the streets and alleys of the city like a ghost, aimlessly. Then I walked back for an unknown length of time and returned to the original road. I sat under the dim street lights, drank spicy beer and smoked low-quality cigarettes. I coughed so violently that tears slowly flowed from my eyes, but I still forced myself to smoke one cigarette after another. Then he looked up blankly at the noisy city, the hurried crowds and the speeding cars. Driven by the cold, he used some dirty words to belittle the city's feasting and revelry. Finally, he suddenly found that he had become the city's out-and-out spokesperson for lovelorn.