he often walked, to clear his mind and the trouble he has. he came across the river,  as he looked deep into the reflection he saw his face disfigured, his eyes saw a good man, but the mind saw the devil. above him, he could see "good" looking down on him, judgement. "I am to blame for what I have become" he muttered "I will wear my disgusted life on my face", as if it was a mask he could never take off. Seems so clear like a reflection in a mirror... By this time he looked up from the water, looked down the road, and left his past behind him at the river. Although he still wears his devil as if it was a face, he ia proud at how far he has come. One day he come across that river and leave this mask and his woe at the river and move on.