Feeling From Snowfall

As it is snowing slowly outside,
my heart beats.
Rush out of my door with excitement.
Just like a naughty boy,
without caring about anything else.
As if I’ve come back my childhood again,
having a snowball fight with my buddies,
and rolling snowball to be the head of our little snowman.
Grown up as time flies.
I am not a kid anymore.
But heart is still young,
haven’t yet spoiled by reality.
Cold as it is,
there still some people enjoy the snow with their families.
Everyone has a taste of happiness it brings.
Kids are fascinated with the white world,
running around.
Under the dim road light,
I caught sight of an old couple holding hands,
walking by with slow pace,
and leaving behind two lines of footprints,
faded away from my vision.
Deeply touched by this warm moment,
tears blurred my eyes.
That should be “true love”.
No everyday sweet words,
hold each other’s hands,
walk through all of their plain life.
Only death could part them.
Then, my mind sparkles.
I wrote down “I miss you so much” on the pure snow.
I don’t know whom I wrote to.
Maybe Snow could see my hope and tell my would-be honey
that there is a man afar waiting for her.
I love you, Snow!