Depression,
Nothing appears to her in a soul-stimulating way;
The eyes can see but cannot see, the ears can hear but cannot hear. She only has a body left to deal with the current life mechanically and experientially.
Depression,
From then on, he stood in the shadow of the world and looked at the bright other side.
Loneliness and fear made his throat hoarse, but he couldn't make a sound when he spoke. His desolate soul squeezed out a warm smile with all his strength.
In what way do they exist?
Can you feel the feeling of touching each other through a strong hug?
Is medicine the answer to depression? Or... I wonder if love exists in this world?
Intention: Silence maintains silence, solitude embraces solitude