Short story selection

Winter

You, to me
a cold winter

faded hazily away
a winter that will vanish before my eyes

settled down coldly
a winter that will melt away

even without the wind blowing
a winter where coldness flows

that will freeze even the tears that flow
you, to me, are winter

even the blazing sunlight will feel cool
that will coldly strike the skin
that will tear off a hardened fragment like that
winter

You, to me
more painfully than a knife
that will claw at and rip away a piece of the heart
you, to me, are winter