We All Live With The Objective Of

Go Outsideamidst The Simple Beauty Of Natureand Know That As Long As Places Like This Exist, There Will Be Comfort For Every Sorrow, Whatever The Circumstances May Be.

Sleep Makes The Silence And The Terrible Fear Go By More Quickly, Helps Pass The Time, Since It's Impossible To Kill.

I Want To Go On Living Even After Death!

You Can Be Lonely Even When You Are Loved By Many People, Since You Are Still Not Anybody's One And Only.

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.