A woman sits in a clean and well lighted room, alone.
It's lunch time, but she doesn't have the mood to enjoy her meal.
She is pondering her project that would be due tomorrow.
Nevertheless, the more she stares at the plain paper,
the less ideas she could come up with.
In the past, whenever she thought of her previous lover,
she used to cut her fingers to release her mental pain.
And she would see her blood drop on paper.
She would draw a red cross as a symbol.
Her previous lover lived on the other side of the river.
Distance kept them apart; works hindered their love.
Soon, he found someone new.
Her tears in many sleepless nights still could not call him back.
She is now unconsciously trying to find a knife to cut her finger again.
"Nana! Here you are!"
"Did you have your meal?"
She turns to the man talking to her, smiles.
Sunlight shines the room.
She noticed that the man wears a yellow shirt.
The same one she gave to her ex-lover.
Another spring might come, might not come.
Who tells?
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