This garden was once filled with beautiful hopes and dreams...it was so colourful and full of light...Why do we let these gardens die just to plant things we hate instead? It seems like no matter how many dreams we grow, we always end up letting them die because someone didn't like them. We instead grow only what others tell us to, while they promise it will make our garden better than before...But everything is so...dead and lifeless. Why do we do things we hate just to make someone else happy?
