Leaning against the chill of the night, he's buddy with desolation. Like an endless dream; Life seems to be gray and will never find its prism. He looks silent, cheating on his loneliness. But underneath he fought with his own mind and tried to ask for help; No one could hear his roar. The hands of the clock stopped at two, the breeze was still cool to feel. The moon reflects the light with full courage, this is not just a fragile soul but a soul that wants to realize that; Life is not something numb and only love is the cure. His chest felt tight, he took a slow breath and then exhaled gently, then closed his eyes and unconsciously released tears. Forgetting happiness for a moment and then turning to struggle with the problems that occur.

"Life is not just about laughter, but the art of shedding tears silently."