Prompt: At the end of the bridge, a sad boy sat alone, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. The night was getting darker, and he looked particularly lonely under the street lamp. There was deep sadness in his eyes, as if he was recalling some unbearable past event. He took a gentle sip of the wine, and the bitter taste seemed to echo the pain in his heart. Everything around seemed so quiet, only the occasional passing vehicle broke the tranquility.