Some stories can not end happily, in this case, the end is happiness itself. Some dreams can not come true, my cherished wish I had  to make afore, some dreams had died before birth, dissolved in poisoned blood, perished before I found out about them. My dream of you passed away  that spring day along with everything else I just was not aware of it. I can no longer hope,  can no longer believe, can no longer love,  black abyss is waiting for me.