Mankind likes counting days. When you come to somewhere new, you count for how long you're gonna escape from it. After you've finally got rid of it, you count days of your freedom from those agonal times. You think it is a ceremonial behavior, yet you'll once sense the sorrow that is hidden deep in your heart and won't vanish.
All of a sudden, you realize that it is the scar of ever flying time, reminding you of the unreachable past whenever it cast upon your mind in the deep night.

？？？