Everyone was cheering. It was my song, but I was not the singer. This time. I have sung it many times before, but this time, when it was performed for the first time it wasn't me singing. And although two of my dreams came true while he sang it, I felt really sad too. The first dream was to have one of my songs sung on a  stage, and the other... The other was to have Oska sing one of my songs. But it wasn't really a dream come true, since I've always wished for him to sing it only for me. 

I couldn't stay any longer, if I did I know Oska wouldv'e shown up, trying to help me again. But every time he followed me, although I was so happy, wasn't helping me at all. My feelings couldn't dissapper as long as he kept comming for me. That lady. That ajumma stopped me anyways. She showed compassion, or maybe she just pitied me, when she offered me money and help. But Im not even mad at her. She wil make Oska happy, something I can't. Therefore, I wish them luck. But I do not want to stay and stuffer in silence. Today Im leaving Korea, and only when my heart calms down I will return.