The warm sunshine shines on your body ... you should continue to write poetry with association and imagination.

The warm sunshine shines on me,

Can't wrap the winter blues,

Shake off the oblique shadows along the way.

A cold heart,

How can I find the sun in spring?

Warmth is the transience of tears,

Desolation still smiles on my face.

A cold heart,

Still looking forward to it,

Looking forward to the warm sunshine,

I still sing the song that nobody cares about-in the winter city-