Here he is again. In front of the dark sea of water. Hand still on the railing that seperate both him and the happiness.
He stare down, searching for the end of the sea beneath the dark skies.
Just like how he searched for the end of this misery.
Being an idol is an understatement. He don't really like it that much.
No privacy and too much contact with human. Too much practice.
Too much stress.
Too much depressing.
Too much tiring.
He is scared how everything started to feel 'too much'.
Because there is not other word after it.
Just too much.
