The sun is pale, like a frozen little hand,
Unable to stretch sadness,
Curled up and shivering with cold.
No matter how heavy the rain is,
I listened quietly day and night,
Bend the branches.
Is an orphan abandoned by the sky,
Wandering, waiting in the corner of my eye.
No matter how many tears, it is just a frozen heart that gradually condenses.
Smile, it's a splash,
Ups and downs,
Ripples aroused by memories.
With a wandering heart,
Look at this barren world,
Only gray clouds are left,
Unwilling to open my eyes again,
To browse the unchanging dead colors.