On a night like this, I wanted to write something, but I couldn't. I thought of many ways to start, but I couldn't predict how it would end. The truth is I don't like such uncertainty. There was an English song that I didn't understand playing on the speakers, and the jazzy tones seemed to carry the soul down, down, down, with no end in sight. Makes me want to wear a red dress and hold a goblet filled with red wine that represents elegance. Wearing beautiful glass shoes on her feet, she gently moved her hips, and her long hair slowly brushed through her closed eyes in the breeze, passed over her cheeks, and then lingered behind her ears...