He is lost. He doesn’t know what he wants to do. Like a boat in the middle of the sea in a night.
If you have ever think you don’t have anything more to lose, it’s like his feeling now. The feeling is not easy. Or maybe it is easy, somehow. Knowing you can’t lose more, you can’t make any more mistake. There’s some upside in that.
Like, staying in the solitude cover for a while may really make the calm. But it will never make restoration. Never make a moment of happiness.
Listen. Outside, there are flowers. There are rain. There are voices of people you don’t know. There are market. There are clouds. There are your sister who don’t know how to solve her homework. Like, there are people who wants to know you.
To get over the loss, care more.