Impervious to the sadness of the night, the whistling wind, the warm days, or the longing of youth, he instead finds comfort in the sunset that gently rests on his weathered face.
I wonder whether love has genuinely softened his heart or if he has longed for a tender touch beneath his rugged exterior.
His dark gaze reveals a deep loneliness that weighs on his soul, and now, as if he has lost the strength to carry on, he seeks solace, little by little, among the vibrant autumn leaves behind his lifeless room.