All been thrown away,

clothes, money, relationships,

ran deep into the valley or the wood,

a life waiting us there.

when it is raining,

water drip in the leaves,

into our mouths, the scent,

I have known before.

It is the born again nature,

where frustration no longer haunt us.

Bathing in the cold and colourless water,

perhaps our skin will melt like candle,

our spirit ran like a plane,

our eyes have dreams like bird,

no longer hummingbird.