Silhouette Dancer

The cold autumn wind blows through, my destiny dancing on the street corner. I feel the gazes passing by, but I don't care, this is my story. Like the dancing leaves, I spin around. I turn up the volume on my earphones. Deep in my heart, I'm standing frozen at an intersection in the burning evening sun. The last words we exchanged have already melted away in the wind, but they still heat up deep in my heart.