Alas! Again this angst I feel on the recall of those memories. All so vivid, as if I could feel his teal coloured eyes staring at me through his messy jet-black hair. Oh, the angst again, the tearfull farewell, my claret lips being wounded by his with the last kiss. Alas! the clasp of his arms around me saying goodbye... it's teeming down, heaven's tears fall over us. I still listen the clamour of my voice calling out that name, I still feel my heart burning with indignation. I feel deserted. Alone.