Cold season, cold city, cold streets. . .
I walked slowly on the street like this, looking left and right, hoping to find a chance to warm up my body, but I didn't expect it. .
The bloodless man walking on the way home from school, the man holding a bottle of wine on the street corner and vomiting, the disheveled man holding his head and crying on the balcony. Only in the end, the smiling old man with a ruddy face and wrinkles gave me some comfort.