It is the city of clouds.
It is the city of floods.
I live in the city of spiritual food.

I take little leaves of a high color tree.
Today is the point of new winter.
You see.

I will never forget old past autumn days.
I take colored leaves.
I do not understand
why the winter should come.

Who opened the doors?
I cannot forget that I will be much older.

New winter came in.
It is the news of my city.
I await a snow-fall
in the winter space of cold beauty.