and now i grew up.
why can`t you appear in my future?
when the little tree on the plain begin to gatther squirrels.
when the wind breeze by and propels a smile on our leaves.
why cant feelings be frozen and deposited into the future of opportunities?
why do ppl depart when they love each other?
why do the night go by insomnous when the sleeping eyes get tearful?
the day when u left, is the day i started to wither.
what has wilted is now replaced with a tissue of lead; seeping into the soul, the mind and the blood.
but poisoned, may I still stay poisoned
