The wind used to pass by me,
touching my body,
making every nerve on my body feels.

But I feel nothing recently,
It's not that the wind stops blowing,
But I guess it just me,
I'm the one that has something wrong.

Sometimes you're so scared of being hurt again,
so you lock yourself in a room with no window, no door,
not even a hole for the wind to reach you.

You lock yourself away from fears,
but also every other thing.