winter is even better
wind sometimes bitter
road face is dry and blue white
dust is blowed far away
trees with no leaves left
only sticks and trunks in the mist
all is the bleak scene
but the view is wide and clear
half of the people hide at home
with thick coats and eyes deep
I'm growing thinner
finger joints protrude under the skin
episodes of back pain like sparks
inspire my gloom mood
the woman next to me
binds her long hair with a red string
puts on a pair of black cotton glove
and then makes a long loud yawn
outside the bus window
strangers in a hurry
it is a busy world driven by fuel
of oil and coal
forgive me
I'm just a little reminiscent
today is the January the first
there are many lovers getting married
and now I'm leaving for my cousin's wedding
the course from city to countryside
will take two hours at least
so it is enough for me
to weave a story round the conversation
with a girl last week
it was about a classmate of her childhood
who was born with congenital heart disease
"her lips are always purple."
"her parents brought her a brother
when they were told she would die someday
sooner or later by the doctor"
"so she was left to her poor grandma until now"
"she had three abortion and now looks like an old man
although just 21 years old"
winter is even better
wind sometimes bitter
road face is dry and blue white
dust is blowed far away
trees with no leaves left
only sticks and trunks in the mist
all is the bleak sce ...