Someone should ask my heart about your half drawn arrow ... where would this pain have come from if it had pierced through my body ... why did you look away from me after looking into my eyes ... why didn't you fire the arrow that would have pierced through my body

She came smiling into the bar in such a way that ... my breath stopped in the spilling goblet

In this journey there cannot be a more beautiful event than this ... where your hand comes in my hand ... and the lamps on the road start to glow