The sound of the whistling wind through the alley.

I leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

The cigarette was hot and red in the wind.

like my eyes at the moment.

The sound of coughing and choking echoes the hysteria of a man in the old alley.

If there was rain at the moment, it would cover the teardrops that had slipped unnoticed.

The whistling wind echoing in the old alley

The sound of the wind echoing in the old alley, and the cigarette butts that had slipped down at some point on the slightly damp ground.