If those clear eyes were not tainted with other colors, his two-point and one-line life would be simple and happy, and would continue to be performed in this complicated city life.
He could not forget the gentle kiss he gave her on the cheek, and he said to her: "This is what you owe me, I have always liked you."
He could not forget her clear and loud "You don't love me", and with that sound, his simple happiness came to an end.
Maybe he owed her something.