5:01 The sky begins to become blurry and the sun disappears. The dim street lights came on. A thin woman sat on the bench under the lamp, and an elegant and pale face was vaguely visible in the lamplight. An old drawing board was placed randomly beside him, which was covered with deep and shallow marks, as densely packed as the devil's iron ropes. A dirty eraser, a short flat pencil, and a stack of drawing paper beside me, with all kinds of beautiful women drawn on them. But his expression was gloomy and his eyes were empty. As was her habit, the people in all her sketches had no eyes. Desperate and deep.