The stains on my heart can never be erased. Because there is only one path at the door, I cannot escape recalling daily. Because the glass has been broken, I can never have a secure mind. I lose the confidence to proceed yet I can never return.
If you complain the weather changes too quickly, why don’t you recall what harms have you brought on? If you sing a song of a fallen leaf, don’t expect the trees to sashay in pride and proud.