It is the winding moon, and it is also the guest of the heart

【Winding Moon】

Text: Falling snow stains dust

Write down half a word in the twilight

Winds that come from afar

Tear it to pieces, throw your hands up and sprinkle them

Then I was drunk and dreamed

You don't have to know where it belongs

Half a que remains

Candlelight lit by hand

Complete before dawn

It is the brightest of the night

It is a winding month

It is also a sweetheart

【Don't say】

The north wind hit the window

It was four o'clock in the morning night

The silence of the city was somewhat frightening

My poem was written on only one line

Not clean

Nor can it be said that the love is as deep as the sea

Thoughts are not yet organized thoroughly

I don't want to write again

Want to open the window to say to the wind, the moon

And everything you can see in the winter night to listen

But I'm afraid it will disturb you

【Humble work】

The north wind kissed the white paper

I've rubbed a lot of folds on it

What I want to write is nothing more than an ordinary story

Think about it for a moment

It's still hard to put pen to paper

Say that there is no solution to acacia

Most of them are afraid of being clumsy and dirty