Chapter 1
I see the droop branches of trees;
On the side of empty streets.
Begging for sympathy on their leaves;
The leaves raze by the air .
There comes the blazer from one side ;
Dusting on their leaves,glowing dull yellow.
I hear the fall of leaves on dust;
How could they survive in such a gust.
The trees beyond me;
Seemed to whirl away in smog.
Like a post when its soaked;
I feel my past vanishing in it.
There comes the cat , coughing with all her might;
Can't figure whats right.
Staring at me with her cold steady eyes;
With one question in her mind ;
Who made you the king of mine.
