I’m drawing on the white snow
the two images
of my loneliness
buried in the white snow flakes.

Silent shadows
on the straight line of my heart
like a precious bird

surround with mystery
my filthy consciousness.

it’s all in vain!

life…is just a drawing of chalk!

In the back of my thoughts

Just a deaf crying.

Time, like the blade of a knife,
eats away my consciousness.