From the first moment I saw you, I have always liked you. When I grew up, this liking turned into love. You became the most beautiful part of my life, an indispensable part. I loved you madly and did crazy things for you. But the way you looked at me gradually became strange. You said cruel words to me that you had never said before. You used that cold tone. Your amber eyes, which are the gentlest in my memory, gradually turned to look at me. With disdain and disgust, I have been waiting for you to love me. I have been waiting. From the first time when the bird flew over, I prayed that when the second time came, I would see you and discover my love.