However, he ends this poem with the words: “For whom may I ask, to wipe away my tears, With her pink handkerchief and her green sleeves.” His hero needed the heartfelt Consolation of his close female friend to reveal his solitude and disappointment. The rain kept falling and it was cold. He couldn't help but tighten his clothes. However, he didn't realize that his clothes were already soaked through. He couldn't help but laugh. This way, it might be better. This rain was not something that could be compared to a pond. It was lonely, desolate, and idle, yet it was warm and cozy. Was he really infatuated with the liveliness and clamor? Actually, many times when a person silently and aimlessly shuttled back and forth amidst the hustle and bustle, he would feel like an outsider, as if He had no connection to this world. What he was really infatuated with was the contrast between the clamor around him and his own silence.