Turning Back to Hear the Wind Sing

Do you still remember the person you liked when you were young and innocent?

"I'm fucking useless. That's what everyone thinks of me."

"...Not me."

If you were that yellow rose, I would gladly be the leaf that sets you off.

Do you know what it feels like to get slapped hard in the face by reality?

"Maybe we were never meant to meet in the first place."

Premise: Complaining about reality, and dreaming of beautiful feelings