What kind of heartbreak did "The City That Never Sleeps" bring you?

The story of this movie takes place in Kabukicho in "Shinjuku District, Tokyo". It is the largest bustling area in Japan. People come and go at night, so it is called the "city that never sleeps" or "the street of joy". It is also the place with the highest crime rate in Japan and is regarded as a tumor of society. It also reminds me of the colorful Shenzhen, which is a personal cannibalistic hell and a gold-mining paradise. I saw many promiscuous women coming to work in hotels for different reasons, and they all lived like invisible people. I have seen many loan sharks say that they must be ruthless to do this business, and that in order to survive, they must be brave and even commit crimes. I saw in the newspapers that we live in a civilized world. This is nonsense. Would a hound stop hunting and shed tears of emptiness? In order to survive, it has to be busy grabbing other people's food, and so do we. Everyone is just using each other and fighting each other for their own desires and survival. Life is like an epiphyllum, and death is like smoke. There is no intention, and there is no need to cheer for this performance of a passing passerby, and there is no need to regret the ending. Perhaps, I should be happy for her and them and feel sad for myself, because they completed their mission in life, burst into bloom with the most dazzling fireworks in an instant, and left this dirty and terrible world without regrets.

But they cruelly left me alone to drift away, hidden in the darkness... Continue to wander alone, in and out of the storm