What is love? Love is pain. Love is lie. Love is tears. I looked at the portrait over and over again. And I looked at you. Are you two a same person? I found the portrait as a clip book of my diary. The first words in that diary was:"Kim Himchan". Maybe that was his name- the boy in the portrait. Clearly that Himchan guy had a beautiful sad smile. His eyes fulled of desperation and frustration. Seems like he has been waiting for something bad to happen for so long. The pale face said he haven't slept much. He held a red old book looks like my diary. Once again. I looked at him. I looked at you who was sitting at the dark corner of the cafe. Who are you? Are you him? Are you Kim Himchan? Have we ever met?