I can't hear the sound of a rainbow appearing, I can't hear the sound of the sun setting, the surprise of blooming flowers and falling snow; I can't hear the danger of the movement of grass when the wind blows, I can't hear the sound of a wolf's howl, the guns of hunters, the weeping of angels; I can't hear, I can only hear loneliness running back and forth in the grass! I know, I will wipe my tears with effort, but, can I cry outloud and then continue to be couragous?