At the end of the balcony on the third floor, I chatted with the sky. Why is my life like this? Accompanied by faint indie songs from the room, at that time the sky was very clear. As if I’m telling stories with a star, and I think they’re good friends because I never feel judged by them. I really like the sound in the midnight, like on purpose to turn down the sound just to focus on listening to people with many thoughts like me.