Wish I Had a Winter Coat

Wish I Had a Winter Coat

1. Seasons pass in a blink of God's eye.
An autumn had arrived; for when winter has nighed.
What I feel is only blue black cold!
Wish I had a winter coat.

5. I look out from the broken window.
The mountains---I've dreamed of concealing under the snow.
As the blizzard rages,

The cracked heart aches.

9. If the night could hear, I would tell a story or two.
Of a day that has been through hues of blue.
When we don't know for what to prepare.
If we are on an uncertain time of the year.

13. In such an emptiness, I lie under the starlit sky.
For as long as space exists, soothing stars pass by.
And I wish If I had a winter coat tonight.
I would feel the warmth of it inside.

17. A new day dawns, the sun will rise.
Through the clouds, the sun will shine.
A cold wind blows, rest assured.
Earnestly searching-----mile after mile-----the lost hope----- is heard.

21. Wish I had a winter coat, the joy of having it, would be immeasurable.
And I'd go to the mountains, burn all the troubles.
Life---it seems an endless roller coaster.
But the things always fall into a place in a right time.-----I remember.

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