For those who want to loved but have been tired to be afflicted;
Who have been longing so long, but ended pathetically;
Who have always been being hurt , but heart wouldn't be tired to bear it,

Being aware, that the end of each apologue is neither sweet as fairytale nor embodied as lyrics of love songs.
Trying to negotiate with genuineness of the world and never finding any sorrow for falling in love again.
Is it alone facade or naivety of lovers?
Or could it be a circumvention for an old ballad?
Coffee will remain to be bitter as before, despite thou addest thy tears within.
Rain will remain to fall, even though thou cravest it to stop.
And memoir will be framed in the pasts with beloved.

*''Nevertheless will the love stay the same although thou play'dst with it again?''