I wake to see the window square
From bed, it is just five steps away
I know, it doesn’t care
Who lives here,
As long as walls are there.
I want to see the pale snowflakes -
they are part of the clouds,
I want to touch abounded leaves-
They are part of the trees,
And me, with Balloon in my hands,
so fragile among the elements.
We fly together, seconds to count
My heavy body goes down,
Not enough time to cry,
But red balloon will fly
To a place where i never walked by.
God, don’t tell that we never die.