The waves of passion are not there,
It's hard to find windy and crisp air.
The wind stopped.
The last dying leaf stopped at the top of the tree.
The fog in front of me is very cold.
The sun tried to disperse the dark clouds.
But too lazy to work,
A few rays of sunshine perfunctory.
Although there is temperature, it is daunting-
It shattered the last hope.
It's always cold in winter.
The law of this trade-off has been confirmed here and here.
The sun went down.
Fog, dark, gloomy came up.
It erodes every organic cell in space.
The wind doesn't like all this.
A roar, strong winds and waves, mountain sneaking,
Instead of taking everything, I left it piece by piece.
In winter, the only peace,
It's broken too.
Everything, because it's winter,
Yesterday's dense fog created today's confusion.
All the confusion completed today's dense fog.
Winter is a mystery,
The dense fog lost the road.
I lost my way and caught my heart.