Lie never again

At midnight there was still a sad woman wrapped in her bed without sleeping, she saw the rain through her window, remembering with melancholy her lack of love. She had relieved that painful experience, rereading once more the false promises of those letters with rancor. He had broken and disappointed her heart with his lies. She was tearing up the letters, she wept in rage, promising herself that she would never see him again. She was relaxing after that.