Those icy hands,
Holding the tears of life,
How long will the midnight last?

Like the bird in cage,
She watch the life played on her.

Concealing the flaws,
She pretend;
The perfect daughter.

Carving her pain in pages,
She dreamt the beautiful life.

Walking through the crowd,
She lost;
Living her name.

She don’t know what she is,
She was just a shadow.

She turn herself cold,
To prove;
She is tough.

But how can she not wish,
The desires she had?