Anthropomorphic poem (self-edited)

Watching the snow fall.

I can't help sticking out my tongue.

hum

Cold and soft

ah

Seems to remember something.

That's right.

I have done the same thing before.

When exactly?

I don't understand anymore.

"Snowflakes" and "Snowflakes"

I'm on the phone.

I wish I could remember the same thing I did before.

But ... . . . .

But I don't remember anything.

I look like a child with amnesia.

Lost in the snow.

I really want to think about this.

The city seems fascinated by forgetting.

It doesn't remind me of my previous sadness.

Or is it really the magic of amnesia?

I don't understand.

Hold the falling snowflakes with your hands.

It melted quickly.

Ah, I see.

snow

Is pure

She wants me to find the memory by myself.

I lost my memory.

Snowflakes fall down

I want to find my own memory.

Let me see.

I can't help crying.

I'm running to find my memory. . . . . .

I've been looking for my memory.