I ENVY
When the autumn leaves brak,
fall from the breanches into the vait.
Sudenly i get anchest pain, just like melancholy.
The bareness of autumn trees,
Blue sky observes your eyes.
Your absence hurts and hurts..
Like a bone clearing on the wet.
Thinking bekomes exhausting,
like wind or storm.
Merged with the golden ones hair,
under the emerald’ s neclake.
Oh, i envy that idea.
The wind when it touches you.
