A short story is included, mainly describing the little sorrows that cannot be alleviated in life. The reason why I named it "afternoon" is because I think afternoon is the most lonely, loneliest and most sad time of the day. My hometown is an underdeveloped town, where the summer afternoon is the most harmful time of the day. Except for those who go to work and go to school, most people hide at home, and there are few pedestrians on the street. The sun is so bright, the road is so wide and white, but it is so empty. To this day, the lifeless silence under the sunshine that I felt when I was young and wandering the streets in the afternoon still makes me feel unspeakably sad, as if that girl was lost on a deserted street. There is sunshine everywhere, but I am still lonely.
Concept: People are very strange. Sometimes when they are sitting at the table, with the bright scenery outside the window, they suddenly think of a past event, a text they have read, or a black and white movie. Then they feel sad, silently recalling it under the sun, suffering silently, knowing that there is nothing they can do, and knowing that this sadness is eternal. . ,