Even the possibility
scares me,
Leaving my homeland
To live w/ maple trees.

They were joking, I said.
You don't tell me that's an option!

But if this is my destiny,
And so be it.
My eyes could be born again.
To see, do things differently.

Just know, that I couldn't leave
w/o my soul dying.
I hope that things could turn out
the way I want it to be:

Simply, not to receive such blessing.

In here lies, my selfishness.

Now, it strikes:
I just knew how to live and not to leave.