April 4

You're so selfish,
you are able to take me off the air
that drown me in the sea of sorrow.
That give you all my heart
and not receive any response.

And when I die
you will be somewhere
sitting in front of me and the cool breeze brush against your lips,
and you will not know whether to laugh or mourn,
and you will notice when I'm not here
it's late I just abandoned
you'll look me, sigh and you let me go.