How deep does the night feel, how much grief squeezes my heart beyond its limits, this is very different from the loneliness I experience. Actually, I am not alone in the crackling trees in the forest as the winds shake them. Even though the moon is hidden among the clouds, its light still fills the pits of hope in my eyes. Even though I cannot see the bottom of the sea in whose blue I am drowning, it will lighten me up if I want to swim. If I want to leave, my boat will be waiting for me at the pier, the only thing I will be sad about is my humble hut on the shore that I will leave behind.