When too many teardrops hit the ground the surface becomes illuminated… and it seems that hope is born from the fundamental believe that we must live truly, even against our broken heart that tears us apart and dries our pride away…

A vulnerable self-image can project a powerful wall against any prolonged silence… and a single unit of music can refract all the feelings in the world…. crushed one by one under the gravity of the over-expressed loyalty…. how can it all come to an end ?