The day I decide to die, the fragments of life's moments that shine through joy and sadness, longing and remorse, envy and jealousy, loneliness and love, parades in my mind's mirror second by second. In this booklet, I will try to paint their reflections in the color of words. Listen to the moon. It mourns in the silence of the sky, for days buried in the tomb of time. It crawls into the cavity of its own flesh and finds nothing, only the cold, cruel, clouds of confusion. Tears like the black river runs onto the rounds of its face. To relive life's bitter and beautiful moments, sadly, joyfully, the moon circles around itself and circles again. Like a broken mirror, fragments of life's moments shines through joy, through sadness, through longing, and through remorse, creating a skyfull of illusions. They now parade in the moon's memory, sadly, joyfully, erotically, second by second. "Courage" and "determination" defeats fear and hesitation. Death arrives by invitation, and I begin to revisit days of my life.