​The sound of a cat
​alone on a Hangzhou street.
​Cold, cold.
​
​My soft whispers.
​A moment of hope.
​And the petals fall.
​
​The east wind
started to blow.
​A final withering of winter.
​
​And in the distance
​a love flickers.
​With every step I get closer.
​
​Hounding my life span
​to see you again.