If I could fly,
I would spread my wings and dive into the teal, luminous sky
Escaping my life harbored with lies.
If I could re-age,
I would rewrite my book of fairy tales
And re-open a new page.
If I could feel no pain in death,
I rather want to lose my last breath,
and lie that I hated my life
so that you wouldn't worry about me.
If I could love again,
I would rather sacrifice my chance for another
For I can't bear myself falling for another person,
Then left alone to die.