Traces of the Heart

I cannot bear so many tangled thoughts; one by one, the strings of my mind snap. The day is fading. Plum blossoms endure the bitter cold. My friends laugh at me and pity me. The wind blows across my face, carrying away what it can, but not what I have borne in my heart. Whose story is this? A boy and a girl. Neither of them should have to bend to my will. Go and look for it. You have gone far away. Do not look back. The happiness I leave behind along the way is mine. Theme: