When it comes

I have a dream.

If one day,

I can fade out,

without leaving any pain.

I might leave some little things behind.

I don't know.

Maybe it'll just be a be tiny flower by the roadside.

Not the focus,

but only beauty to those who appreciate.

It will be my pleasure,

to devote myself for someone who cares.

And when I fade,

gradually,

the beauty will stay clear in mind.