Dark and gloomy is inside the haven.  No sound, only his solitude.  Sad but comfortable.  Outside is not bright nor dark, but dim.  And suddenly the sky turned cold.  This feeling of solitude, go to him.  The comfort of loneliness; sad, but it's all he needs.

For days he has been a numb being, until a deep sadness emerged from his heart and a painfully silent cry filled the vast emptiness.

Delightful memories are nostalgic and sad because they are memories.  Even if there was a chance, he would not repeat the memories.  A memory for him is the impression and sentiment of an event.  The event itself gradually fades away in his mind.

Incapable to love, detachment, he is bound to loneliness.  Everything passes by, everything erodes, everything turns to ashes.  His soul is not pure, but empty.  A pitch black void.

The sunset. Why, of all the hours of the day, does it bring beauty and sadness?

Everything beautiful is a fleeting memory. Its short life leaves the magic behind in the mind. And thus, all beauty comes with nostalgia and sadness.

He again realizes the void in his soul. Another day, and he detaches a bit more from the world.

There was never a god in him. Nor forgiveness ever met his soul. Idle existence, floating in the void.

Idle, idle...

With pain or void, he let himself falls on the ground.

And at the end of the day, he is not able to love.

And forever.