At the end...

Wind is blowing here.

I want a big stage to perform.I want to wear that gown and dance and dance and sing and yell and scream! Sometimes,a strange excitement overwhelms my all body and i want to run and create hell fun!.. 

But,just after moments,i feel tired and exhausted.I feel boredom and realize that what i did was a waste.In fact,i am a waste.Remnant of a disorder.

What if  i call my life's season autumn,a season in which everything looses it's charm and grace.Everything fades with it's charisma.And Keat's eyes find beauty in it,when it has been lost long ago.poor both!

At the end,i shut the door and turn the lights off when my throat muffles my rhythm:

Now,you say you love me

Well just to prove that you

Come on and cry me a river

Oh,cry me a river 

I cried a river over you....