Tomorrow, how far is it?
How does it feel to never get past today, never to reach tomorrow?
The moment my eyes closed gently, the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
The dark night, mixed with lightning, betrays the sunshine and rain.
I saw the helpless night, the roaring wind, and the dim spots of light.
What is that?
That is the broadest loneliness and the most remote loneliness.
Conception: