Spring....
People said this is the time to love, this is the time to hope.
I never remember from the first spring I have in Japan until the fifth spring, I have very special memory.
My love, twice, bloomed in fall, and died in spring.
So I am not a person who looks forward a spring as the blooming moment.
This spring is the most critical time in my life.
I don't feel anything anymore.
I feel no care about my life, my study, people around me.
I can laugh without feeling anything.
Such scary feeling I have, but this is what happened recently.
Who I am, I don't know anymore, and I don't want to know.
I stop hoping the flower in my heart gonna bloom this spring.
Since I knew that many people I care will leave me this spring.
My lovely father-like professor, my lovely little sister-like friends.....
Just go....
I have no more blood, lungs, and bones to stop people for leaving me.
I have to be myself after all.
Spring...
Although you never come to bring me great happy thing all this time
Although I have no hope toward you
At least, please be nice to me this time
I need to ease the pain.
For loosing so many loving persons
For being lonely again.