My heart is aching and that stupid soul is doing the same! My mentor is almost gone. I just wanna sing something and I can't. I cannot do the thing i like the most. Don't say goodbye, just leave. I hate this part... air, i need some air. and wind. and... air! I can't even be friend again with Quijote... He couldn't be a hero in my case. there are no windmills or sheeps. there is just a freaking dream. American Dream.