A heavy rain in the late autumn of that year changed everything; perhaps, everything before was a preview of that change. Love, I can't control it. We obviously love each other, but the outcome has been decided long ago. The persistent waiting only results in your leaving; the crazy love only results in deep betrayal. I don't like betrayal; but I am helpless, even though I know it will be betrayal, I still like you as always. Maybe falling in love with you is wrong, but I can't stop missing you. Maybe, I can only wait for my heart to stop. At that moment; let go of everything.