Elegy
On the snow in blue twilight
I put the moon
The iced your sleeping face
I shall sink it in snows
With your softness
With loneliness
Beside trees thick with snow
Recalling the time passed with you
Early evening in spring
Fregrance of rape blossoms
Even mountain ridge
As you looked dangerous
In the urban lonely pigeons are flying
You would still has stifled
Don't you smiled at your infant, yet?
Looking up
Tingling
The finger of the tree with snow and ice
Snows-
Where shall it become snow?
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