You broke up with the guy and he kicked you out, with nothing at all. You started wandering around the city at night, wiping out tears, not wanting to tell anyone about this situation. The wind grew stronger, developing your hair and wetting tears from your face. You decided to spend the night on the street, as there was no particular choice, and in the morning pick up all the things from the guy's house and leave. Coming to the playground, which was lit by only one lantern, you saw the guy on the swing, listening to music. You came up to him on the next swing, and he saw you and looked at your face in surprise. He pointed his fingers at your, swollen from tears, eyes, laughing slightly laughing. — Why are you crying? Life is short to spend on tears.