I was a restless child, unsatisfied with the small world around me, and impatient to poke my head out and see the dazzling world beyond. Then I was shaken by its cruel rules and bloody storms, and had no choice but to bear it all with a child's fragile heart. Perhaps that was the price of hatching too soon. I have always fought my lonely battles alone. I'm so tired, so tired.
Watching the tides rise and fall, the flowers bloom and fade, and lamenting how the years flow by like water, only the willow leaves remain lush and green.
