Text/Ardor
Miss a snow
Put the youthfulness of the blood drifting white
Thick with beautiful fantasies
The footprints creaked as if stepped on
Bright spring below
And fate, with jokes
Teasing innocence and joy
Steal all the pride and a plum blossom
I felt the tip of the pen compromise with every movement
Something flows out of the body
Days without snow
The bitter cold is even worse
The bare surface is ugly
I froze awake in your room thinly
See the thermometer and stop at five degrees above zero
A memory that is extremely cold
A lot of fragments are blurry, only
That particular snow wouldn't freeze
That day, you were close to the snow in various positions
And my camera forgot to hang the film
