the lord my god, yunhua needs you.
her soul is weak.
she's gasping for air.
her heart could stop any moment.

she's so mild.
slowly fading away.
taking away her child like qualities,
forcing herself to grow up.
she hates it.

yunhua loves to be like a child.
cause a child plays.
a child knows simple love.
a child gets to be herself.
a child is taken care of.
a child gets to cry.

she doesnt hate you.
yet she doesnt love you.
everything disappeared
yet its right infront of her.


/ when its all over
yet it has never started at all.