"Every time I look up into the tear-filled sky,
A fickle wave of blue binds my chest.
Even though your dream may be dissolving,
just don't abandon that smile
It's what keeps my own heart glowing.
If the sin that falls and covers everything turns to kindness,
and if a thorn could become a smile"



it takes more than a good night rest to recover from all the injuries..
the next day all of us shall inflict with the injuries again.