I felt I was cursed for so many years,
Every night my eyes were in tears.
All alone in my room
Always waited to bloom.
Whenever I bloomed with beauty,
There were someone cut it certainly.
That moment was bas as doom,
My flower was taken and left alone in the room.
I decied to travel and took out my roots.
Saw many places, met with new trees.
They were almost like the same,
Many of them were crying in tears.
And the brain was working in pain,
After years I've understood, there is nothing to gain
I decided to put my roots and let them spread in proud.
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