I was looking at your face,
I saw beautiful flowers,
red cheeks,
like beautiful roses,
and those eyes,
they are beautiful.
You were standing there,
in a room with many people,
and that smile,
it was wonderful.
You saw me looking at you,
and since then,
you try to avoid me,
and that smile I can no longer see.
- a story told by a friend of mine to me