One day, an alien picked up something called "loneliness"in space.
Loneliness didn't stop caring. The alien asked where he lived.

"my home dwells in the hearts of people on earth." Loneliness replied.

Do you believe this? This is just a story made up by myself.

At mid night of a holiday,Idrove to avoid jammed lanes in heavy traffic.

To my surprise i heard a music of bugs and nature .

Frends refer to those sounds as the city's lonely crying.

Every thime i passed through the crowded district of the city,I would think of Henry David Thoreau's words. He said that we are lonely because occasionally we walkl out from our house and go into the crowds.

I always thought of those words.

Loneliness seemed to exist as an incurable disease in human history.

Especially in the noisy cities,we are like door masters who lost their keys and wandered around at the edges of life.

Everyface wore "cosmetics" and exhibited various designed expressions.

Did you love me ? Really?

For those who live in doubt ,their hearts are strained with bow-ties of melancholy to search for a definite symbol.

yet,no one is willing to be the first to tear off the masks.

people are willing to tie knots in spirtits and pretend to live bravely and solidly.