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I once sat on the street after being drunk, lit a cigarette and looked at the noisy streets at night, imagining that by chance, she would come and see my decadent look and feel sorry for me. How did you feel when you were drunk that day? It felt like you were in a fairyland, feeling good about yourself, and feeling that every move you made was particularly decadent and beautiful. Maybe I was too young and ignorant at the time, and my self-righteous decadent look would make her feel distressed. But I looked in the mirror and found that I looked really ugly when I was drunk and smoking. Later, I quit smoking and drinking, and continued to live my life day after day, but her figure lingered around me like a nightmare in the dark.