I glanced that way, mesmerizing.

I let myself fall into the cloud of thoughts. I let myself fall into the field of the withered flower. I told myself to stand up still, to stop myself from falling. But I failed...

One last time, I fall into the pond, holding the withered flowers that grabbed my hand. I hang on to them as if I am hanging on to the last memories of the beautiful past. Just like Ophelia, I drowned myself in the pond of grief, hatred, and disappointment for this world. 

My head is completely empty, as well as my heart. 

There is no snow. 

Not anymore.

They melted into water, does that mean spring is coming?

I looked around, wonder to myself about what is happening. I can hardly see any trace of the last snow storm, but why is it still so cold? The gracial wind still blow through the branches of the neighbor's apricot tree and leave a chilly breeze.

I am waiting, telling myself that it would be better.

In my sleepless and waiting heart. Greedily desire for the arrival of spring. 

I counted off the days, until I fall asleep. As I shut my eyes closed, a tear rolls down. I have waited for a long time, a really, really long time. But there is no sign of spring yet. Is this all just challenges for the happiness that is on the way? Or is it just hopeless aspiration that I'm waiting in devastation. I started to grow tired, started to think of giving up.

I woke up from the dream seemed as if it would last forever. Surprised as I stepped outside. Flowers are blooming, soaking up the warm sun. Each flower petal is blossoming, shiningly radiant in the sun. They suddenly became small dreams, as sudden as the frozen winter started to fade away.

As if the torch has been lighted up in my heart, I cried. The petals drank up the tears I thought was pain from countless days are blossoming one by one. Even sadness became a memory in the end. The flowers were born again, brightly adding colors to life.