Don't ask me where we met? when we met? i'm sick of your questions. even if i knew answers i don't wanna to reply. i would like to get on a bus which travels even without knowing a destination. i want window seat while taking my head on your chest then let rain drops fall on my face. You will think i'm cold person. but i just wanna to tell this i'm the only one who make my fate I'm the one who is my god.