The first time I met him was in a bar. He looked at her steadily. She just smiled seductively.
The second time I saw him was on the street. On a cold night with the wind, she sat on a wooden bench and swayed her legs.
The third time I met him was at karaoke. She sang a warm song, but it left tears in his eyes.
He was crazy about her, obsessed with her. She was indifferent to him and didn't care.
Whoever loves first will love last. Who can love whom for how long?
She doesn't believe anything. I can't believe it anymore. And what about him?