Youth is like a string that is pulled taut.
It will break quickly if touched even slightly.
Memories are fragile after all.
The incomplete indifference pushes the story to an infinitely sad climax.
Whose disguise reverses the black and white of the world.
The tenderness of the past is reflected in the suffocating length of time.
The weak heartbeat ends in the final silent death.
The happiness that was promised turned into a mute lie under the exploitation of reality.
Falling into a silent sleep with the brightness of the world returning.
Conception: