Look at this empty plastic bottle,
Shaking from the light wind of the fan,
Trying to hard to stand still.
I can’t help but think,
Isn’t this how hollow one feels,
Isn’t this how fragile one is,
Without any love or affection.
I fill it with a little bit of water,

And put it back again.

The water keeps it stable,

The water helps it face the wind.
Now the bottle stands upright,
In the same wind it once couldn’t fight.