as you see your soul tear apart, and lose all your shield, your windows, your secrets, oh gosh, there is nothing worst to forget those who you love, and their faces drawn by a cold wind. In one word, you lose everything, even yourself.
There, in that same point, two things could happen. You can be completely destroy, and vanish, like the dust of a explosion; or you can be saved, by one thing, the only thing that still remains as much as powerful as the darkness that reigns in the existence. That thing, my friend, that only small thing I wished to knew before, just to tell you, just to give you a small chance to come out from that place. Is the love.