"This quarantine", I heard them say.
"May be soon, soon they say
Soon we may be hunged in the frame
On the wall,
And be a memory wrapped in the mind;
Mind of the people we love, of the people we hate
Trying to complete one last wish but sadly we're late".
It broke my heart.

In the solitude, as a protagonist
I outrun the epidemic
But left no choice.
Tonight again;
I shelter myself in abundant places.
I fed my soul satisfying him with the view of nature,
but failed to feed the evil hunger....