Everyday i wore friendship upon my fragile self... at piercing cold night, and sail across the dark alley.

Friendship is like a helmsman who steer a boat across his street for dine before we set off again along with dawn.

He knows like a wind who carries a seed of life over the dead leaves but still it flutter, like a stain it won't wore off.

There absence makes me feel like an emptying void,
Yesterday's cheerfulness evening makes today to envy of it but accept an inevitable loneliness.