I’m not a person made of leaves
but I am fulfilled with make believes
You were giving me hints while leaving your fingerprints
now I see it crystal clear that you’re really really gone
and all the killing in our story has just been done

How many times my heart will be broken?
How many painfully words can not be spoken?
And I always die,  
In every single time, after a deeply last minute of sigh

Sometimes I regret for expressing emotions
especially some moments that caused me so much explosions