The clarity of what’s in front: Made me realize what’s at hand. With courage, I faced her— I saw a pair of jet black eyes, About to slip tears of goodbyes. I saw a chapped pink lips, Trembling with much anxieties. I saw her— Her fears. Her regrets. Her loneliness. Her helplessness. Pass through that glass— Drenched by the clear droplets of rain; I saw her reflection. Then, I broke the glass. I saw myself. Then, I kissed death.