In the midst of the train back home no one recognizes a tear, swelling up under her eyes to finally be swept with her unmoving finger. Everyone is tired of the long hour and the bumping car sound, everyone is deeply drowned in their own sorrow serenade. A drop of tear won't matter.

In the midst of the laughter room no one recognizes a frown in the form of an unwilling smile, as long as the rest of the team happy, a melancholic member is not a problem to be accounted for.

In the middle of a noble man's rushing and hustling routines, he did not recognize a girl with a full make up sitting nicely on a bench doing nothing. He did not even take a look at her face.

In the loving hour of laughter's warmth and campus breeze, they will never recognize her struggle to get to the ground and contrive their objectives
 "No one asks you to" they probably say.

As the train move, the rest of the world seem far and dark. Leaving the tears and sorrow for another useful right, because, darling, you can't possibly sleep tonight.