他在海边徘徊了许久。已是子夜时分了。天空从黄昏起就下着毛毛细雨,没完没了地飘洒着,在昏黄的路灯下,周遭寂静的气氛显得特别凄迷。他沮丧地低垂着脑袋,在岸边来回踱步,时而踏着自己的影子,时而让影子牵着沉重的脚步。死的念头不断地在他的脑海盘旋…… He wandered by the sea for a long time. It is midnight time already. Under the dusk from the sky under the drizzle drifting, endless floating in the dim lights, the atmosphere around the quiet look particularly sad. He bowed his head in frustration, pacing back and forth on the shore, and sometimes marching his own shadow, sometimes letting the shadow take heavy steps. Death idea constantly circling in his mind ...