Sitting on the seawall, my thoughts were reaching the horizon where the sun finally meets the cold water. It’s as if your face were painted on the sunset sky or you were on that ship about to fade. I don’t know as to where you are. I only know one thing. And that on sunset afternoons, this girl, whose endlessly caress by the sea breeze and sometimes chilled, is constantly and hopefully waiting for you – your return as you have promised.