Gone with the Snow
Unknown misunderstandings haunting between you and me,
like strong west wind,
submerged my inner warm lee.
I stupidly expect you could still remember,
for whom on earth I ever chase,
on those joyful moments I spent with your tease?
I ended all my ridiculous thoughts until that day,
I witnessed, on which coldly fell down the holy snowflake,
somehow should it frozen our trust even exasperate it at stake.
With our initial faith,
should moonlight shine the valley between our hearts,
by any chance I would look back your familiar face.
Though it maybe as trivial as a spark,
it could magically lead me to recall the previous you,
who I flipped and first saw in that park.