The Sound of Silence(9)

“Do you have a most-like?” The boy kept asking.
“No. Why should I? It is not until an intimate friend is found that I would have one. One we would both like.” The elderly shook his head, and left in deep melancholy.
“It is not the place my True Heart would lie.” The shepherd whispered softly.
They spent a whole day searching for their True Heart. The sun had sunken into the earth, and such thick darkness, the Night, was devouring vigor of the Land by degree. The dying lights, which should be remainders of sunlight, was struggling to preserve but failed to hurdle its march, thus fled to underground. They became twinkling lanterns of fireflies, waiting for the next dawn, waiting for the next revival.

They walked and walked and talked nothing but silence. They wandered so far and did not give it up until joy of the city had faded away and music had died down, just like the crystal of memories, long buried in the desert, was losing its bright.
The boy turned and said to the shepherd: ”I feel sorry that our True Hearts lie nowhere in this land. And perhaps, we will have no chance to see it anymore.”