3AM he is sleeping, she is crying. She is trying her best to calm down, i think she could do it this time. Not tear apart and pour her heart into this wildest world. She has learnt it, doesn't she? There's much more fears in life than that of the darkness at night. Being sweet and nice is not enough to keep things going well, or not able to handle ppl don't belong to her. "Are you my angel?" apparently she is not resigned to the sluggish status she is facing up to. The sound of the wind covers her breath in this very silent night, and solitude overspreads the empty room, to recall her of all the moments they've made.