The word "loneliness" is separated into two words: children, fruits, dogs, mosquitoes and flies, enough to support an alleyway in a midsummer evening, full of human touch... Children, fruits, cats, dogs and flies are certainly lively, but they have nothing to do with you. This is called loneliness.
There will be no warning when I really leave. Any subtext of jealousy, cold war, or threats is to keep me.
Intention: Real departure without any warning.
