A young man's thoughts are moist and cannot be dried even by the moonlight. They chew it over and over every sleepless night, giving a sharp taste to an ordinary farewell. Grief and loneliness are turned into bitter wine by silence, which can only be swallowed alone. This unwitnessed self-healing is the most profound medal of youth. When dawn was approaching, he completed a silent coronation for himself in the darkness, using his scabbed heart to exchange for a pair of armor to walk into the world.
Intention: to emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly