He lives in a not-so-prosperous city. During the day, there are crowds of people, each striving for a distant goal; at night, they take off their burdens and walk through the brightly lit streets with their friends. Everything seems so natural, but in those quiet and dark streets, there is a person standing there. He was facing the street, looking at the sea of wandering people with melancholy eyes. He seemed to have a deep knot in his heart. He turned around and looked ahead. The end of the alley looked like a hideous mysterious black fog, blending with the bright night in the sky. It seemed that only this road belonged to him. He walked aimlessly forward, his head lowered and his pace very slow. Compared with those people holding arms and shoulders, his figure looked a little lonely and desolate. He didn't want to raise his head or meet people's eyes, because all his previous experiences had made him such a cowardly character now. This person is...