Moody Sunday evening, a table laid there with 100 roses, with dim candlelights, champaigne, and two glasses, thinking it was a romantic dinner,and yes it is, a romantic date with nobody. music played, its <<unchained melody>>, sitting on the chair, facing nobody, smiling, and thinking: i want to live this forever, because i shall not be hurt or brokenhearted by nobody. once again, its 7:30am, i'm facing the sea, reading my cinderella fairytale, or snow white, thinking: why are the writer's so foolish? thinking that everything is a happy ending? threw it away, into the deep blue sea, saying goodbye, to the childish, fairytale days away, and think back: is it the right way for me? but, it was : not sure, my dear. so, once again, 100 roses in the evening, with dim candlelights, champaigne, and two glasses, thinking it was a romantic dinner, with tears on my face this time and nobody. | 
