Listen to Loneliness Singing

There is a kind of loneliness, maybe it is like a wandering bird, looking for that little warm breath; maybe it is like an aloof little beast, knowing that its ferocity is its strongest protective wall. There is a kind of loneliness, maybe it is very pure, like a branch of Casablanca in the morning; maybe it is very charming, like a red rose at midnight. There is a kind of loneliness that does not need others to understand; but it also longs to be understood.