“Things happen in this world. People don’t always have the answers for them, you know.” We are all ordinary people trying our best to accept and handle the mess in life, and to be less sad.
"He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest; My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good."