Every day was blank, and in my warped smiling face there were even tears, that stayed there unshed. When I was like that, you murmured to me, "Crying is not something to be ashamed of.". By turning myself into something so humble, what did I think I was protecting? I'm a clown lost in a forest of confusion. When I told you, "There are no things to believe in, anywhere" I hurt you, didn't I? I will keep on protecting you, who showed me that there are things that will stay unchanged.