2021.06.17.
The winter scenery
The thin fog is clearing in the harbor bayThe morning frost stains the whole boat white
Only the voices of the sea birds are sounding
People don’t awake yet in the seaside house
The craws are cawing high on the tree
They are trampling the wheat shoots in the field
It’s a surely the calm 'nd like a fine spring day
There’re the flowers blooming out of time
The winds of storm blow and the clouds fall
The sudden rain fall and the sun's setting down
If the room lights don't leak out of the houses
The village by the field won't never be found