In April, I saw a thinner version of myself while running alone. I was still unhappy and filled with melancholy weariness towards this world. I have to admit that I am no longer the carefree youth I once was, no longer someone who could bravely emerge from the shadows. My heart has accumulated too much distrust for this world. Those illusions of beauty have completely faded away. When I face myself again, all I see is my own insignificance, so minuscule that I might just vanish like dust.