People walk pass by like I'm none existing Living almost half of life as aloner Never experience thing called love and care Spending most of days watching others Every single smiles that curved up seeing the others happy Living like a shadow that'll never be noticed Life as an "Ingorance". Why fate is so cruel? Why am I here? Do i have to exist? Or it's a punishment from the past? Questions that can never be answered. What is Life? What is Love? How does it feel being cared?