冬
/
北风吹走了故事
思想的线挂在树皮上
凝结成老茧
远处
茫茫
狐
在准备一场穿越黑暗的白色旅行
Winter by T.G.
The north wind blows away the stories,
Threads of thought hang on the tree bark,
Congealing into rough calluses.
In the distance,
Vast and hazy,
A fox
Prepares for a white journey through the darkness.
