The silhouette of an unladylike has been roaming the side forest for so long.
Until one night, she came to a complete halt and slowly turned around, showing her entire body. This is a face I've seen before.
Her long white gown reminded me of something I'd seen before.
I scanned her and noticed she was barefoot.
Her hair was curly and arranged in a cascade.
Despite the fact that she’s alone in the dark, she has made the stars and the moon her companions.
She walked gently, following the moon's lead.
Her entire being is illuminated by the moonlight.
She came to a halt and turned her head sideways, as if looking for something.
What is it that she’s seeking for?
She groaned and hesitated for a moment, staring down at her foot that’s already been covered with mud.
Her face screams no emotions, as if she hadn't felt anything at all.
She resumed walking with her head down, as if she enjoyed seeing her muddy feet.
She came to a halt once more and moved her head to the left.
I finally looked her in the eyes.
I saw loneliness and misery in it.
In the distance, she saw a tree there.
A big and lonely tree.
Her heart was racing as she got closer and closer to the tree.
She moves her arms slowly towards it till she reaches it.
With her eyes closed, she carefully touches it and smells it.
It seemed to be the one thing she had been looking for.
She adores the scent as if it was the most exquisite scent she has ever encountered.
She pressed her palms into it, feeling the roughness of its skin, and then gently climbed, ignoring the little pain in her hands.
Hot fluid streams down her cheeks as she considers yelling to stop herself from what she's going to do.
As she reaches the top, she pulls out the rope she'd been keeping for a very long time.
She finally had the courage to use it.
Her movement was so little as she tied the rope to the branch, making sure it’ll hold tight.
She took a deep breath and slowly lifted her hand to her tear-stained face.
The rope was waiting.
The tree was waiting.
The moon and stars were already vanished.
It's about to start raining.
Her whole body trembled from the cold of the west wind.
The night was gloomy and silent.
It appeared that the darkness relished her fate.
She tied the rope into a hangman’s knot and slowly raised it above her head.
It slid gently through her head down to her neck.
Again, she paused for the last time, thinking how the world was so cruel to her.
She’s done.
She’s had enough.
Together with a loud thunder was her delicate jump.
The rain began to pour as her body hung down.
She walked away from the ugliness of the world.
The image of an unladylike woman has vanished.