A Story in My Way

I hid myself in the coat and walked fast With words that won’t touch my hands Even if I go out, there’s nothing much I am standing still, but why do I feel like the world has changed? And people told me why I’m still in winter Then I looked around, spring is here There’s no one who can walk with me Holding hands together The sweet spring wind is so mean to me The love songs are so mean to me Everyone but me is in love, singing spring songs Flowers are blooming before my eyes I want to hear something else Not the story that will just sweep through Not spring, love or cherry blossoms . . . .