What makes you happy? What can we achieve to be happy, to conquer the happiness? Once we've conquered it, will it stay within us forever, or we will get sad again? Everywhere i go, i can see black spots, and those black spots, are me. They are fallen pieces that I've left behind in places I've gone, and they are wandering around there, meeting me in any place, at any time, anywhere, doing anything. Those are my rotten shards of memories.