"It's freezing cold every time in Toronto." He opened the window and looked at the dim lights at night, as if he was leisurely lighting a cigarette.
"She probably won't come back either." After a pause, "She's right, she wins just by standing there."
He flicked the ashes of his cigarette, but I didn't answer, "I really love her."
"I don't regret it."
Intention: Only, only, love once.
