Sumy
Snowflakes are flying, flying, and will not stop.
It seems to blend with the sadness and joy played for parting.
Blessings from thinking and reading.
Have you found a suitable port to berth?
Do you feel cold? Dance with the snow.
Fly gently in the whirlpool of dreams
The cotton-padded clothes that covered the body also fell off gently.
Is it snow? Are you kicking me out?
Light parting, wrapped in the color of snow.
Can't bear to desecrate such a pure white world.
Leave silently and pray for love.
Maybe each has its own world.
Snowflakes are flying, flying ...
Gradually stop. . .
An old alley.
Sumy
Twists and turns, along the curve of this cycle;
Difficult, walking on the edge of the mud;
The tyrannical rain seems to wash away the world;
Scattered on the ground are their fragments.
Gentle wind, never willing to accompany with heavy rain;
The arrogant wind tries to dry the rain;
They struggle hard, and I wish them to stay away;
And the most dangerous thing is close at hand.
Alleys, still serene, although full of wind and rain;
Repeated baptism can only make it more solemn;
Traces of history remain in every corner of the alley;
There is a smiling face hidden in every corner of the alley!