C420 The first time i heard of the brothel

I was still drinking alone in the hotel, recalling the years of parting and dying, the pain that pierced my heart, the drunkenness, as I lay on the table, tears of helplessness and regret once again flowing down my face.

The next morning it was already light outside, but I was still lying on my stomach, unmoving.

I didn't sleep. This isn't my home after all