The cold wind ran wildly in the weak sunlight.
I don't know whether the wind blows my heart or my heart blows with the wind.
Everything may not be that important.
The sky is blue and white clouds are in full bloom.
The color of the sky still makes me happy.
I don't know whether the sun shines on my heart or my heart reflects warm sunshine.
Are all things and feelings still there?
White clouds quietly covered the sun.
The warmth is fading away.
Then, I close my eyes
Let it be. White clouds covered the sun.
Or the eyelids are blocking the eyes.