I used to be ...
The tree will know it all, the tree will know my childhood. With the endless branches and many whispers.
My tree remembers the girl with the wind in her hair. The girl with the crazy laughter. The girl with the fear of living.
The girl who I used to be before . In my tree everything I want to be will be. In my tree I can see the world. But no one can see me.
My tree remembers everything.