The philosopher sat alone in the waiting room to catch the late night train. Suddenly the bell rang and he went to the platform. Arriving there, it seems that the glasses have been left on the table of the house. So he ran to the waiting room. He went and saw a couple of lovers sitting very closely in a secluded waiting room.

The boyfriend is whispering, your beautiful eyes are mine.

Girl: Really?

Boy: Nice lips — she's mine too.

Girl: Yes.

Boy: Black hair like a cloud - that too.

Girl: Yes.