Icy Flame

his life is just so-so recently. sometimes he may take a part time palying the violin in some upper class restaurants in this city.

it is november now. still glommy weather here. winter is coming anyways. and there is kind of sorrow hused into the air.he enjoys hanging around outside in his leisure time when he doesn't practise the violin, going to the park to feed the pigeons, sitting alone there for the whole afternoon.

the wind is so chilly in a winter afternoon.sometimes he's got a feeling there is so much emptyness and weakness inside the heart.

in the winter evening the shadow becomes so long and lonely. still she turns left.he turns right. they never meet each other.

it gets dark so quickly nowadays even not five o'clock,yet. she is translating a tragical novel which makes her feel all the world is so grey.

after work she enjoys go to the cafe for a cup of coffee, going for a walk in the street watching all the passerbys, talking to the homeless cats.

there is sunshine outside. why it is still so damp and grey inside?sometimes she's even got a feeling the life is boring.



to be continued