Do you think you know what pain is? You know nothing, I tell you!! Nothing…Pain is but the metallic sound of a breaking dream, the bittersweet taste of a hurricane in the middle of an ocean of mourning. As the sun goes to sleep on a crimson sky, the heart of an afflicted goes to slumber in a bed made of tears. And everything around you just starts spinning…and you feel small and insignificant, you fell like you have become the mocking of destiny. Whatever they would tell you and whatever they might do, the pain is still there. It will not go away, at least not until it torments you enough.

And what about love? Is it true that love and time heal any heart?! And if they do, why did they forget mine? All the breathtaking things in the world are not worth as much as a tiny piece of love. Not the dew on a petal of rose in the early summer mornings, not the glitter of the moonlight on a deep, refreshing lake, not the sound of silence on the top of a mountain, not the falling snow that awakes all your senses when touching your skin, not even the sparkling eyes of an old man looking at his beloved grandchild.