By the golden poppy field

Together they wandered                

She daydreamed of a future      

When every season was the spring                

While in his actions                               

She could feel the winter coming                                  

His heartless presence 

Echoing her loneliness

Before she had mistaken it 

As his silent affection

And to that illusion 

She had devoted her love

He had his own agenda

Contrary to her dream

She saw it 

In the darkness of his eyes                  

She knew then

That she must go away

By Shih-Fang Wang

From: United States