Two tall willow trees,
Gently swaying in the cool breeze...
I've fallen into a memory,
When childhood innocence was still around...
Her pace begins to quicken.
Somehow, the repeat of her feet...
You can't run away from your problems. If you do, they'll just turn around, and run after you again. |
Some memories are just as painful to remember as they are precious and wonderful. |
In that very moment, my heart ached, but with the broken pieces, it soared. |