I threw my glass of water onto the cold hard floor.

Is that it? The wind never loved the tree.

So why does the tree still foolishly stand upright, waiting for the arrival of the wind?

Leaves. The tree depended on it. Without it, can the tree live?

So why does the wind have to be so cruel?

Was loving you not enough? Do i have to go through such misery just to get a little closer to you?

Just like the tree, I've lost my leaves. Yet, I'm still waiting for the wind to come.

My flowers have withered, my branches gone bare. Yet, i still see no sign of you.

Is it really fair for me to give up?

I picked up the broken pieces from the floor and clutched them tightly. Blood fell down like little red petals.

Its, not over.