His words were as lonely as ever, reminding me of my childhood and a large empty yard over and over again.
There is nothing lonelier than being alone.
But it is difficult for me to truly integrate into the world that makes me envious.
I can only be alone, licking my wounds alone.
I can only pretend to smile, and look endlessly cool in front of others.
Even though we know that the world in front of us is so heartless and cruel, we still hope for the little bits of beauty built with fantasy.
That voice evoked the softness in my heart and made me deeply experience the disappointment.
That is the angel on the Mediterranean Sea in Cyprus, but why did it come to me?