The balcony was filled with smoke, and he sat quietly, watching the sunset being swallowed up bit by bit, and the afterglow slowly disappearing.
He didn't understand why some people would stare at the sunset in a daze before. He always thought it was a waste of time, but now he understands.
Concept: Haruki Murakami once said that when you go through the storm, you will never be the same person again.