All things stand silently like a rock against the ruthless nature
Considering the waiting time, how much we
Are you anxious and anxious? Turning every moment of emptiness into something
Our impatience that cannot stand still for a moment to fill it up
How trivial would it be to them? being alone
Lonely or depressed, whether life has meaning or not
May it be the year you learn to be ashamed of even complaining. yes
May the new year awaken the time of the plant hidden within me.
I hope in front of the winter trees.
