Life

Life. What's LIFE? It's only full of hopes and regrets. I wished, that it would be as comfortable as then As pleasant as then But why I'm regretting that now? I don't understand. Maybe that's my fault, thinking and expecting too much about you. Maybe, I shouldn't have let you know all of me. I think I've given enormous, Though I want to stop it now, I'm unable to. I want you to know it all. But, I'm at a loss of my words, Which is so inexplicable. This time, I want to walk through the flames, Burn myself into ashes, So that I could fly again, anew. So that I could shed my sadness and bloom into a flower that never bothers to wither.