i just a leaf
all my life is waiting to see the outside word
I borned in spring
I am young
I can't talk but I can see and hear
I love the winds
when I was young I thought wind is a gentlemen
He is so handsome and so gentle
Telling a lot of storys to me
when i grown up I feel the cold of the wind
I still think that he is so cool
and i just want to follow his steps
and one day it is so cold I remembered
I leave my mother at last
I follow the wind touching ervrything I just wanted
and i become yellow and old
and i know why my name is LEAF at last
