Lonely, or sad?

All the stories gradually withdrew, and the city slept in the night; Only the street lamp stood on the side of the road with its head hanging low, emitting a dim light alone. The lonely night walker walked under the street lamp, the shadow slender and long, gradually shortening, becoming a point, and then gradually elongating, and then gradually elongating, and then elongating again. A gust of wind blew through, and she held herself in her hands, her clothes dangling in the wind. Lonely, or sad? The only thing he can do is to taste it slowly, like a wounded cat curled up in a no-man's corner, licking his wounds and healing himself. The fading figure, and the shadow stretched by the light at her feet, were swallowed up by the darkness and dreams of the night, as if she had never walked before. With that gone, there was the hustle and bustle and the lights of the middle of the night.