- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
The mist in the winter is canopy of snowfall, Snowflakes scintillate the pathway, Walking in the snow feels like a needle in a haystack, With uncertainty of the path – where it will lead you – one must enjoy the view. Such beautiful time comes once a year. Surroundings gleam and new perspectives lead towards a new path, Traveling to a new path feels like a new brush sweeping you clean. It’s a vacillation of mind whether to accept a new perspective on life or to delve into the past, That is painting your world blue in the midst of the winter.