The road to dream-loss is always dissimilar, a buried war that harms the heart so much. Though we will suppress our hopes, we gain peace in solitude, such as, silence of cold rainy evening and city lights radiating through the darkness. In such isolation, we have to face the emptiness that was the only thing that used to fill the space of the dream we once had. Notwithstanding the grayness of the sky and deserted streets the presence of a lovely beauty comes from the awareness of new space which is being created for the new start. I understand from your words, that you are expressing the sweet sensations of the delight in the parting.