I vowed to myself that I will give my heart only to her. I was giving her the look of my weakness. I should have said it. I was writing down what I was never going to say to her. The world was going to be ours if I could give my love to her. But she did not show up to our words. The regret and anger. Under the chilly night, the tears flow from my eyes. I cover my eyes with my hands and look up the sky. Was my life a lie? The way back to my home seems unfaililar. I smile with bitterness and call her name without the sound.