Sonata of the Rubble

If I must part with my loved ones, I will lose them one day, whether I like it or not. But the colors of the sun that I painted with my cells, I will never lose, regardless of the logic of the absolute. They must tell this sorrowful story. It is not my fault that life possesses all this anguished unknown, this beauty that is incomprehensible, inconceivable!! He places the gun to his head. Farewell...