"I watched him as he bid his loved ones farewell. My windows were closed but I was certain that it was his back on the other side. The warmth of my room contrasted the coldness of the rain, and a thin layer of mist formed into my window. I tried to erase the mist in order to clear my vision, but I couldn't see him properly, because the windows were blurred by the rain, so were my eyes blurred by tears. At that time I wondered, would my tears stop when the rain did? And as the thunder roared, I knew the answer.

And that was the first time I learned about his name, but the last time I’ve seen his face…"