I was standing at the doorway I was feeling awkward, for many reasons. The old man was hugging his love And both were in tears. I was not supposed to know, any of this. Life is not fair always, nothing to complain A sequence of Rashomon, ugly and witty causal effects. I did not know if they hated me or not I was not supposed to know, any of this Still, we yearn for some kind of love, knowingly or unknowingly.