Winter comes as it intends，

Cold like a flower，

A flower has its balm，

A winter has something to remember.

A shadow of a rotten twig， thin like black smoke

Before the window of this afternoon draws a stroke；

The cold daylight veers aslant， less and lest...

Just in that way

As if speaking to a guest

In the dead silence I sip tea at speechless rest.

冬有冬的來意，

寒冷像花，

花有花香，

冬有回憶一把。

一條枯枝影，青煙色的瘦細，

在午后的窗前拖過一筆畫；

寒里日光淡了，漸斜……

就是那樣地

像待客人說話

我在靜沉中默啜著茶。