I heard people say love makes you, no good. but never believed maybe I should. Loving you was like filling a *** with a hole at its bottom. I became the leaf and you become autumn. But now the pain evaporated and my eyes are open. confusion and all illusions are broken. now I know how to walk the right direction. for all my mistakes I have a way to correction. Soon this struggle will give me wings to fly. with a smile, all my tears will dry and from now on I will never cry.