Last winter, I flew out from an island.
The plane took me to the sky just like I can fly.
No end, no hamper, I felt so light.
There were 2 suitcases with me, one was dream, and one was empty.
I wanted to fill in beautiful memory on this trip.
When the snow fell into my hand; it was as pretty as star.
The wind frozen my body, but didn't cool down my enthusiasm.
This winter, I landed in a strange place.
This place is as big as mainland.
But I felt it is as small as an island.
The 2 suitcases are still with me, one is resolution, and one is burden.
It's getting more and heavier; wish I could throw one out.
The snow start today, the sky is full of gloomy haze.
I can't feel cold on my body, but my heard is as cold as stone.
This winter should be still as beautiful as last year.
But where can I get a fire to keep me warm and lead my direction.
The cold wind is shaking my window.
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