The man was wearing light-colored pajamas, standing at the half-open window, looking into the distance. Outside the window, the jungle is gloomy and the moon is bright. The long black hair fluttered gently as the evening wind blew. Someone once said that he had a face kissed by God. In this silent night, he was so beautiful and enchanting. He held his long hair in his hand and looked at it carefully, as if he could feel a moment of tenderness from it. Just because these hairs were those she had touched before. Bone-gnawing pain, desperate hatred. But he allowed himself to grow long hair. Just because this is the only remaining testimony between him and her. It seems that this is the only thing left to prove that she once loved him. It is said that the long darkness is used to set off the beauty of light. But the darkness had passed for so long, but he didn't know where to find his own light.