Winters are too cold
The wine glass opens a person's general countenance
Winter sunshine
Sometimes dancing on branches with makeup removed
Sometimes it stays on the forehead of a silent person without moving
Some people are still wearing short skirts
Wander the streets
The one who goes against the wind
Bury your head deep
Winter, behind this seemingly powerful silence
You can't see a storm inside a person
He carried the weight and endured in the crowd
Write poems and sing at night
"Late to the snow, can drink a cup of nothing"
