" I found someone in the midst of the heavy rain last night . A man , looked torned and pitiful , probably around 16 to 17 years old ? When I cover him up with my umbrella , he turned and glared at me , but its not long until I decided to take him with me back home . His dead glare turned tender , and only followed my lead . We both didnt say anything at all , just the sound of raindrop stomping along the ground . But what makes me warm was , his cold hands , was slowly entwined with mine ..."

- Kwon Ji Yong , 2005 -