Every night since the day I moved here, I've seen you walking endlessly through the dark streets of Seoul.
You walk past my shop, but never spare me a glance. The battered street lights fail to light up your face.
You always walk down to the dock. I can see you from the window. 
I can see how your dark hair blows in the wind, making you rather serene.
Your hair looks so soft. If I were to touch it, I'm sure my fingers would slip right through your dark lock effortlessly.
Your long and dark winter coat is always sheilding your body. Your shoulders are too broad for a female. 
Yes, I'm sure you're a male. I sometimes wonder, why are you standing near the dock?
You're standing there as if you're waiting for someone. Someone who never will come. Who are you waiting for? Who are you longing for? Am I too cowardly to find out? Am I perhaps scared of the answer? 
It looks like you're floating through the streets, your feet seem to be gracing the ground. I cannot hear you, I can only see you. 
Why do you only come out at night? Why do I find you intriguing? What is it about your presence that makes me feel drawn to you? How come no one knows who you are? Are you even real? Or are my eyes only showing me what I want to see? What I wish to see. 
You stand on the dock for exactly an hour before you disappear. I try to follow you, but you're too fast. The only thing I can find on the path leading to the dock, is a single white rose petal. When I pick it up, a sudden gust of wind steals it from my hand. It sways back in forth before falling gracefully on the ground. 
I try to look for you, but you're long gone. No one knows your name, but tonight, I've made up my mind. I will wait for you. I will tear your secrets apart, I will find out...why you've been haunting my mind from dusk till dawn.