I thought the clear sky would never be covered with fog, it turns out that the fog always surrounds me. I thought a rainbow would color the gloomy sky. I thought the clouds would tell a story, I thought the ocean would come to me and save me from this nightmare. It turned out that only storms hit one after another, only the twilight turned so sad, only the rain that fell wet the heart. I guess a sharp-looking appearance, a word of praise will contain noble character: “The appearance of a bad dream, a groaning word will contain sadness. It turns out that human life is unpredictable like a mask that often changes to show the truth, cover— lies, display happiness, hide bleeding wounds.” All deception is shown to fellow human beings. Hurting each other, destroying each other, praising each other even though it's prickly to reach the purpose of human life, like a mask for living humans pretending to be willing to sacrifice their hearts and minds. I don't know how long I have to live hiding behind a black mask 'till heelpiece phase, perhaps?