His name is morning, and it is as beautiful as the mist in the garden in the morning. And they are the sun.
Sun and fog...
——Inscription
He is a vampire, and he is an alien hidden in human society.
He lost everything, his memories, his real relatives and friends. Only one person continues to move forward on the trajectory of life alone.
The people he rarely got close to eventually became passers-by, strangers, and even gave him the most complete betrayal.
He is indifferent and distant, but he is the most typical cold outside and hot inside. He will burn himself and give everything for the people he wants to protect.
However, everything that was finally found turned out to be more hypocritical than anything else.
The people he valued most pushed him into the abyss again and again.
His life was full of wonders, ups and downs, but it was a tragedy.
To be so disappointed that you no longer want to have hope is probably the deepest despair.
At the last moment, he thought that among the only memories he had left, what he missed so much was living like a human being in that city, that night, when it snowed.
He was lonely then, but not that lonely. He also has expectations for the future.
But everything is broken, the city, the morning.
Broken into, broken city, broken morning.