Intro
This show will end tonight. A magnificent, prestigious play I ever involved in.
Y: We’ll do it for a very last time
M: Crave your last beautiful smile to them
Y: Of course, sure I’ll do
M: Break a leg!
Y: Carpe diem
0.1
I’m losing my ability to sleep. Another day from hell. I wish I never knew all these at the first place. To see and study hard to decipher your words and actions. To read between the lines of fear and blame. The smile when you tore him apart. Damn, I wish I never care to think, never care to heal, never care to share.
0.2
If these walls could speak, imagine what they will say? If these eyes could speak, will they be able to close and imagine as nothing ever happened? If this mouth could speak on its own, will it keeps silent of this matter? Will they? I don’t even know.
0.3
Will you be able to know how hard a dragonfly flies with a broken wing? To fly across through sticks and twigs the jungle, losing hope and cry over a shattered dream? Will you notice this bitterness? No.
0.4
I really like to show you a nice painting of ours. A sacred relationship that I’ve been trying hard to care of, but it seems even harder to keep it safe as new than to paint it. Its always better to be the painter than the paint. Now, I just can’t show you the painting. Not anymore. You’re face has faded away. I don’t know how. I’m sorry.
0.0
0.1, 0.2, 0.3, 0.4 and eventually 0.0…Nothing more left to say. So, I better keep this feeling as zero. It will never be one, two, neither three nor four, because its will always be zero. An empty, meaningless and effortless zero. Cheers!
Outro
Great show. Few viewers.
M: It’s an ode to you, baby.
Let’s enjoy the last curtain falls.
“Stand my ground, I won't give in
No more denying, I've got to face it
Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
If I don't make it, someone else will
Stand my ground”
