the sadness of leaving as the last one, the melancholy of being the one who inhales the final breath, the resignation of shedding the last tear, the melancholy of dwelling in a town of ghosts, where each one was real, where only the trace remains, the footprints on the earth, the stains on the clothes, the breeze from the fountain where the sun no longer warms, the light where the moon no longer shines...