Most of the time, he is not happy. Walking in the sunshine, he senses winter spreads inside, and settles down at his silent heart. He is worried as well as afraid, afraid of that would last forever. Wind blows, and he feels cold. He could only bundle himself up with thick, heavy loneliness.
He often looks up into the dark gray sky when sentiment overwhelms. Stars are all gone. There doesn't exist even a piece of moonlight. He sits in the darkness, recalling the sentence that the little prince once said," the stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see." Tears drops off his soul as a romantic sunset, but no one cares.
Like the trip of the little prince, from a planet to another and another, he more and more wants to stop and find one to stay for the rest of his life. But Fate just doesn't let go. Like sisyphus' endless labor, he rolls his hope up and it falls down in a second, again and again. He wonders why?
Freezing wind still blows, he is starting to doubt if he can persist through before spring arrives? I felt so sad when he told me all this about his bland and withering life. I cried, can't help it. He held my hands and consoled me,” everything is gonna be okay, boy. You can't be any worse. Don't make the same mistake like i did. You don't wait for the spring coming. Go find a place where is now in spring.”
Hearing his words, did't know why, I felt more hopeless than ever. At that moment, sun sank into deep black sea.
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