In that winter without red flowers embellishment
That two Poinsettias
which I took home from the market last year
Use flushed faces to give me a warm return
In those whistling cold days
At the moment of the cold flow left one by one
That reluctant friendship
Make me can’t bear to abandon them
But this saved and at the same time harmed them
How can I know?
It would be a warm winter this year
The sun is not
as beautiful as the autumn sunset
But the heat did not reduce much
Look forward to the cold
The footsteps of the chill
Came so lazy
Let It is so warm always
The strength is so weak
That winter we looking forward to an entire year
Both of them couldn’t wait
One past away in the fall and winter alternation
One survive but only a handful of green leaves left
Not a red flower bloom out
I can only touch the remaining branches
Can’t find the reason to judge
It is a disaster in winter
Or because of my ignorance
Ugh…