the city is white again

the city is white again.

white flakes, bubble foams, flower petals...

dance softly in the morning sky;

so slowly, so gently, so like and unlike rain...

warping my sense of time~

few are mesmerized by this sight.

huddled and crouching and unseeing in their cold...

full most earnest hurrying to the next destination;

"i look up, i look into their eyes, i look around.

white smoke bellowing from chimneys,

white frost gathering on small hedges;

white ice covering my hair."
何が人生の意味何だろう・・・僕は想ってる・・・

the slippery, ice-covered drain i pass and avoid;

the korean newspapers that i don't give a second glance,

the red berry tree that amazing blooms in this weather.

another day has risen and awakened.