let us sit just like this
to confront a dying winter
wind walks out of our hearts
to blow our home thinner
the faces once familiar
unwittingly become strange
those greetings of chums
and yearnings of siblings
will also go with evil spirits
on some hazy day
who kills light and heat
to make us so coldhearted
I huddle myself in a mind-dust
to feel the whole world's solitude