from day to day, i see a girl who tries to keep up with the upbringing community. soo often she suffocate for trying to release the entanglement that has been pulling her down. she is as lonely as a seagull seeking for the light of dawn, soo much does she wants to be acknowledged and liked that she has profounded a delicate composure to hide of what she really is. she dedicated nothing but sorrow deep inside, growing the feeling of need and desire for love. for seasons changing, she feels lonesome more and more.