Melts away last year's snow,
Which came down on New Year's eve...

We are naked and alone, being not willfully born,
And we are also alone when we die...

When childhood comes back again
Through the window of your fast life train...

I'm in love with Juanita
From El Paso country song...

The love in poetry or poetry in love,
Which one is my forte I don't really know...

Just before days advance of the cold snowy winter
Autumn's early sunset colors sky line in crimson...

I'm soaring up to bare simplicity,
False art's complexity discarding use...

In parting, let memorized ones come to me - all...
And those, whom I betrayed, who was by me in...

Poems, like flowers, often grow out of mud.
But trample them no one can into dirt in vain...

For each of us the fate has meted out length of...
And, inevitably at certain day and hour...