Sometimes I think, why is everything I love most getting further and further away? What else can I do to manage everything that I can't even imagine controlling? Millions of nights wondering what I'm doing, what I'm doing to not be a bad person, looking at the moon pleading with endless tears looking for a useful answer in its glow. At the end of the day, only the two of us were left looking at each other with sadness, as if I tried... I would never be able to do things so well so that someone's heart would remember me with a tiring smile.
