Sketch of The Coldest Day
From the cracks of heavy clouds in the
gloomy sky
The sun is sending weak beams
I walk in a playground on the coldest day
Dozens of doves spread out in the sky
Approaching slowly up above my head
Going afar and then coming back close again
Fluttering and glittering
Like petals dancing with the wind over the surroundings
way up high
Haughtily the cherry trees endure the severe coldness,
but
Numerous hard sharp sprouts are
Preparing for the coming spring already
(There have been so many things that had gone
There will be much more things that I have to do
Why shouldn't I continue?)