God once gave me beauty and then took it away, leaving scars. For the rest of my life, I will never know how the story began. Later, after my girlfriend passed away, I became even more silent and told her a lifetime of stories as I had promised her before. Once upon a time, there was no past, and after, there was only now. After the story is told, will I feel at ease or will I forget it? Close your eyes, quietly tell you a bad story, and wish you sweet dreams.