I don't know why like the back of my mind, I always think I could finally be free and do the things I wanted to do when I'm married. I just always imagine a simple and quiet life. Never once I asked for extravagant things. Now the hope's fading. You're counting days to live, I count my days to die, silently. Everyone's moving forward, but I'm stuck at some point in the past all alone, not really moving with the time. That's how the story goes and end.