When the sun starts to set and the sky bruises with soft puple tinge, Win always hurries to open the door of his balcony and listens to the boy in the balcony beside his. The music seem to whisper in his soul a melancholic story of love that's lost, of yearning, and of longing. Bright strums the strings of his guitar while stealing a view of Win whose eyes are closed and is obviously enjoying the his music. He enjoys this time everyday, where he and Win are hanging out in each other's balcony with the serene sky overlooking them. ***** I do not own the photo in the cover. Ctto.