Time passes, so speedily.
Winter gets mature.
People day by day are accustomed spending it.

At a moment, my skin chilliness at evening anytime I remember your guitar and with so softened melody in your slow talking lyric, you played and sang it only for me in accidentally crossing me on the road, in so depressed and gloomy feeling, the other day.

I’ve never gotten that cheering to me, ever.

Wind passes us by chillily.
Winter gets signature.
People day by day are accomplished blended to it.

At a moment, I feel blindness at night, with my runny nose at nighttime I remember your check one my poem, repeating so often, you stay and want your following my poem which is only for you caressed with dreamy feeling, nowadays.

I’ve never gotten that cheering to me, ever.

Tiny kind masses with these small cheers so vividly touch me, so winter gets flavor.

People day by day are accompanied with trend’s bit.
People can survive with only small cheer at each slump.
If you and I can thank it, we all with you and me would be no problem.
(Jan. 28.29th. 2020)