Night

The night always have a way to dig things out. Is it the atmosphere? Or is it the tempurature? The night is someone who holds a shovel. Or perhaps what he holds is your memories. He releases these memories back to you bit by bit. At times the memories might make you smile. But most of the one millions times, he never fails to take away a piece of you. Where did that piece go? That piece of you goes to the dark, and the next time when night appears, he would use that piece of you against you.