乌云盖雪

The street at 2 o'clock in the morning, empty and deserted, streetlights standing quietly by the road, emitting a dim yellow light. A hearse slowly drove by, this scene resembles my inner state at this moment. It's not sadness or sorrow, but numbness, emptiness, and lifelessness. The cold of the winter night makes me feel my true existence. What can be certain is that when I walk down this street, it's only my body that is moving, while my soul is somewhere else, just momentarily illuminated by the light of reality.