The night is as dark as ink. Gradually it gets into my heart. Dark colors of worry filled the night sky.​

It is beautiful and different from the blue during the day. The unique color is beautiful and deep and worrying. But its beauty is not monotonous. It is embellished by the bright moon, just like a piece of green space in the desert.​

After returning home after a tiring day, it quietly followed me, occupying my field of vision bit by bit.​

It is as calm as water. Like a quiet melody, ups and downs but gentle.​

Precisely because of its tranquility, I like to meditate alone, think about something quietly, and relax myself.​

When I was used to being alone again, I sat alone, feeling the desolate cold wind passing by.