By The Returned Man
It's been a winter's wait
To see snowflakes floating again
Like crushed jade and scattered beads
From the heavens
Frolicsome and haunted
Stealthily falling on my palm
It immediately warms up and turns into water
Nourishing the winter's drought
Leaning on the window, I'm scattering large amounts of thoughts in the air
It's a poem that I have to read.
Leaning in front of the window
Seeing snowflakes again
Scattered in the air
Blown by the wind
Flurrying
Fluttering by the window
Which is the closest to the center of the heart
How dare you
To fall on the window
Being transformed into a tear of sadness
Running outside the glass, it is the only thing I can see.
Seeing snowflakes again
But not seeing the old man return
I wonder if the fluttering snowflakes
will pass by your window
Seeing snowflakes again
But not seeing the old man come
I wonder if the sentimental snowflakes
will also be turned into tears in front of the window
glass
Tears of sadness
What is it that I want?
The snowflakes
will turn into love and autumn rain
and fall quietly on the throbbing heart
Let the season's waiting
in the flying dance
sleep quietly and silently
Let me lean on the window for the next season's snowflakes
and hope for the next season
And then look forward to it again
.