Leaf
The sky looks more grey The star doesn ’ t come up and neither the cloud Empty like her mind Cold as her heart Moon is her favourite thing but tonight the moon cannot amuse her Her thought is extremely complicated Divided into two choices Between what she should do and what she wants to She finally choose, to be the leaf that falls from the tree Blowing freely, until she goes down at some unknown places She has no choices; However, she still has a slight hope to be understood.