Now I'm looking at the cemetery from the window, the sun finally shows up from the cloud, there is blue in the sky again, and the sun light shining over the tomb made by marble. There is this book Forever Someone Else held in my hand, Fernando Pessoa try to comfort me with his words.

It's like a ghost that I can't kill. I can just shut my eyes and close my ears.

I'm here, I'm crystal, nice to meet you, don't give me bad name, don't give me good name, I know who I am and I'm crystal, though, it's not my real name.