title : When autumn is well on

Is it true that the more individuals feel isolated, the more people keep the silent?

How come a human can be both: beautiful and ugly: good and evil?

Is imagination stronger than knowledge? Which one can be more deceitful, the legend or the history? Can the hope always beat up the experience? Can smile really be the only cure for sorrow? Is love truly stronger than death?

If so, why? Why... why...

Answer me...

Once... endless questions without any answers start, that is when autumn has stolen up on me.