Looking at the way we came, we stopped. We are all guilty and we keep retreating. I am lost again in life, I hope someone will come to visit me. Looking at the road in front of me, I was already fascinated by the heavy fog. I don't know where to go and whether there is a way forward. I have become numb looking at the script of life, and I don't know when it will end satisfactorily.
Purpose: Inspirational