Midnight is always a scary time, because in the dark the night feels lonely and always alone. Accompanied by sobbing myself, imagining between the sidelines of the cloth tucked above the window. Tucked in between the dark night, you can see several people passing by with their partners, ah yes, it's a Saturday night. It's really unlucky to think about things that might disappear over time, we used to be perfect, we used to need each other, we used to understand each other but I think about it it turns out that it's not us who understand each other, but I can only understand it. Is it appropriate if I need you in the middle of the night that I used to hold your hand here, I tried to reach you there because I really need you, but maybe you don't need me.