The blade of regret is sharp
, and every day is a struggle
, yet there is still so much to learn.
When I finally got up,
The
sky, where the snow has stopped falling, looks
like a cat that’s had a miscarriage, and the
busy street glistens under the streetlights.
With
my hands in my pockets, I wandered around
the area near the pub and bought a few steaming dumplings,
I come back
and listen to the old singer’s songs
