The waning moon in the dark night was covered by dark clouds little by little. A middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties was sitting on a wooden bench looking at the raging river in front of him. If you only look at his clothes, there is no doubt that he is an upper-class successful person, but if you observe this person carefully, the clothes of a successful person are very inconsistent with him, his expression is so sad, and his eyes are full of defeat. If you take away the clothes, it's obvious that he looks like a loser whose life is full of tragedy.