The man leaned against the door with his head lowered, holding a flickering cigarette between his fingertips. The green stubble that had just appeared on his chin confirmed that his mood was not stable. The doorbell rang, and light suddenly shone in his deep pupils, but his hand shook involuntarily and held the doorknob. The doorbell rang intermittently for a long time, but he never opened the door...
Intention: I hope you have a bright future, and I hope someone will hold a lantern to pave the way for you.