Life is one encounter and separation after another, it is forgetting and beginning again and again. But there is always something that, when it happens, leaves traces.
No one knows what happened to you, about the future, it's so long, you never know what you're going to encounter on the next corner, and the darkest part of the road will eventually end up alone.
You ask me why I am always silent, some people have nothing to say, some people have nothing to say. People who are obviously close at hand, but you don't understand what the other party is thinking, whether they take you to heart.
Reality tells us that we always have to get used to being alone, and the only thing that accompanies you is the scenery on your road.
