Experiencing low-tide, which has been lasted for the past few weeks, I am almost self-abandoned, not wanting to do anything but for fooling my time. This experience to me is not foreign; instead, it was just forgotten for a year. The same feeling struck me before in my high school days and when I was a freshman. In this condition, I would spend my time on nothing meaningful. I feel like there is nothing to do, while there are actually many things that I delayed and waiting for me to do them. Such melancholy is like fog that surrounded, mantled, and smothered me. Fresh air no more to me, days crawled in painful grayness. Heavy is the cloud. The suffering continued; until there could be something unleash them. Yet, what it might be I know not.