The breeze crept through the silence,
I saw them fluttering back and forth,
Maybe spring is coming.
I looked at the blue sky outside the window.
Like a painter quietly embellishing,
I saw them changing back and forth.
Maybe whispering to people.
I looked at the white clouds outside the window.
The elegant wind blows gently,
I think they are slowly disappearing.
Maybe it's announcing to people that it has been here.
Maybe you feel the breeze,
Maybe you just feel cold;
Maybe you've seen the clouds disappear,
Maybe you just feel capricious.
I look at this window full of spring.
It no longer exists.
I've seen everything in this world,
But my heart is still there!
Date: March 6, 2022