❝𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳❞ Tears flow down his cheeks as a few hiccups escape his mouth. His grip on the fragile pen tightens as he ceaselessly doodles the sorrowful words on the torn piece of paper. He wants to cry out to the world on how much he loves his best friend. But he fears that nobody will hear his wails. And for the time being, all he wants to do is lift the weight off his chest. And he could not but write a song about his love.