On the brightly lit street, a drunken woman walked alone on the road, her head folded and dejected, her long hair covering her fair face, her reddish eyes staring blankly at the lights of thousands of houses in front of her, suddenly feeling so lonely...
I am always alone, eating alone, sleeping alone, walking and stopping alone; alone... Walking on the street and looking at the bustling crowd, I feel like a lonely individual.
Life... Has no direction, like a puppet on strings, without a trace of life!