He was a loser spurned by the world. After resisting for his ideals several times to no avail, he chose to commit suicide by lying on the train.
When everything is in vain, his life loses its meaning.
He looked to the sky as the train roared towards him. But before he saw the stars, his sight was blocked by a large gilded bird, so he quietly admired the poetic bird hovering in the sky. Immediately after an unknown whisper, he bloomed passionately between the rails where ideals were flying.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw endless blackness in front of me. If I looked carefully, I could see that the blackness was dotted with a few sporadic white spots.
[Ye Budu, welcome to take part in the World Creator assessment.
Intent: The cry of dust when it looks into the universe. People usually describe it as meaningless groaning.