Outside is a flowing night.

I was walking alone in the street, and although it was summer, I still felt cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

Summer is the peak season of the seaside city, and tourists from inland areas pour into the city with longing and longing for the sea.

The street is full of cars and crowds. These noises converge in front of my eyes and in my mind like a raging stream.

Although there are people around, I still feel like I'm alone on an island.

I can't describe my mood at that time. Sometimes, the language is limited. You are not in the fire or...