In the quiet nights,
Old wounds and memories come again to haunt you.
Memories never leave you alone.
It's like a silent rope around your neck;
All the memories and wounds haunt you again and again every night.
You try to forget them, but a part of you will still make you think about it again.
It's a curse...
But because of insomnia, sleeping is also a curse.
And all you're left with is the aches of memories and unforgettable thoughts.
and there's no way out.
Such a curse... Isn't it?

© Sana