Late December

The wind is blowing at the end of December

Smooth and powerless

The nectars are falling to the ground

Finding their places to sleep on

I am walking alone with my red scarf around my neck

It is chilly there

Every step is wet

Every leaf is sad

The world is sepia

The sky is getting darker

And I am sober

My life is messy enough

Still I have power to stand

After a long period of falling at the first of December  

Now I am leaving to the endless dreaming

Looking forward to finding the real meaning of life