Doreen Yang The winter doesn’t seem to have changed since the city was born There is no snow covering the mountain all along The confluence of heavy snow and slight cold The sunshine on the Tropic of Capricorn Winter Solstice means special in a kind Festival atmosphere occupied the street’s mind At the first hint of spring Love and warmth are not far behind Winter lights remind me of her own salad days The end of a long long journey may not be fame Our youth is a pronoun of dream and fervency The inward summer could melt the icebound indifference Every snowflake is innocent Snow and ice should not be blamed for their absence When the longest night has fallen down Nobody but me cares for the stumble of seasons | 