On the bluestone long street of the ancient town, the dim setting sun dragged a long shadow of a young man, and the withered yellow autumn leaves were blown by the wind and fell on his head and shoulders, making him look extremely desolate.
It's not dark yet, but the shops on both sides of the street have closed their doors and windows early, and not even a puppy or kitten can be found on the street.
The young man's hair was simply combed into a bun, and he was wearing a long white washed green cloth. He walked slowly down the long street, like a downcast, sad and lonely poet.