Spring,
When the flowers are growing...

They say I am strong,
But coldness is preceived as strength...

I can feel it.
A shadow passes through me...

Look at me upside-down
And rearrange the colors...

Run, run. The iron bars run to the wall.
Sweet freedom flees quickly through the closing...

I was bored one day, had nothing to do
So I sat on the ground and thought of you...

And once more, it entered my thoughts.
It had not for a time, but it came to me now...

Please try to be of the happiness.
I need you here to make me happy...

Tears spill out of downcast eyes.
Arms draped around legs huddled close to her...