Drops of rain made ornament on my window as my silhouette danced on the wall by the candlelight. The room dimmed and darkened as my feelings, and it shows no sign of leaving. They invited teardrops one by one to flow from my eyes. A heavy sigh comes about, and I let them accompany me for tonight. The rain splitter and splatter still on the window, and I fell in a deep sleep, for what may come I will gladly accept—for what have I not prepared for, but to find love waiting fondly for me and embraced me in its arm.