When the great fear came, I grew muted- When the great sorrow came, I grew muted- When the great success came, I was muted- When the great love came, I was again, muted- Oh yes, I lived in a muted marble castle, with only the language of wind and the melody of rain. And the day I left, I left behind everything: from crystal dew bubbles and the green mountains to the familiar faces and my blue chiffon curtains. I walked in hasty stride and waved with impish grins, the breath of Past couldn't catch up but faintly lingers. And I, a stranger always has her homeland in her arms, like an orphan for whom she may be seeking nothing, but the reconciliation of memory and, a named grave. Though my temperament has never been the passionate one, I have missed home, and I have missed you, my dearest friend.