He had only woken up from a dark moody dream. One that kept repeating itself every night. It scared him causing him to think that something was wrong.    

       He killed himself because he finally wanted to be happy.  However, in the end, he was still unhappy.  He walks days and days in those same clothes.  White v-neck and a pair of dark blue jeans.  His hair is almost as bright as the sun but just a tad duller.  This man can't be seen but he can walk through anything.  He sees them crying with saddened tears.  If his heart was still beating right now, it would break into a million pieces.  Kris Wu asks himself, "What have I done?"

         Happy Cafe was a cafe to give out happiness to others. And how did they do this? It was through the magic of their foods and creations. Putting your own happiness and love into foods and giving it out to others can bring such wonderful things to others who need it.  

      All he thinks of himself is what an awful monster he is.  He believes that he does not deserve flowers as they will only wilt as his touch.         I am like the weeds on the ground, the dead trees and the fallen leaves.  I am unbearable.      Yeah, he has been poisoned by his own thoughts.  

It's where one is two and two is one.      If I daresay, I daresay so myself.  I am ashamed to be alive.  I am ashamed of life.   All he knew was that his hands felt empty.  He felt so cold.  He had never felt so cold before.   So tell me, do you fear death?