Comming winter

Comming winter

啸风

In winter,

Whose faces these are I think I know.

she is in my hometown though;

maybe she will not hesitate

To tell me her face changed with the coming snow.

in winter,

My little wooden house must be empty.

To wait for someone without noise.

Between the house and dark sky

The  snow in the evening

is constrained.

in winter,

she waves hand

To ask if there is some flower.

The only sound I heard

Of harsh wind and silence.

The night is lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises before I sleep,

the coming snow in winter.