It's cold,

Monday, October 15

Spring comes and flowers bloom
Summer comes and memories melt but

the four seasons don’t suit me well, I’m a cold person
my hard personality is like
the skin-cutting winter,
the cold wind – you all know
To me, coldness is everything,
it’s like the winter sea
Send a boat off and you’ll see
that I’m not an island but an iceberg
I lost my focus because my eyes are frosted

The cold memories have been trampled
I keep screaming even without my uvula
I was an icy road with only painful scars remaining
My heart crumbled as if an avalanche came down

After I put things back in place,
the lights were off and it was night
Though the sun called you has risen,
the snow-covered mountain does not melt