It's cleared up outside the window.
It's still raining inside.
I smile. This does not mean I am happy.
I hold an umbrella, not only to keep off the rain.
You will never understand what I am thinking.
I want to hug everyone, but I have to warm myself first,
Please tolerate me. Because I am already practicing tolerating you.
My heart often snows, regardless of the weather.
It always freezes suddenly, without discussion.
I look at the blossoming world, always absent.
My heart begins to snow, covering everything silently.
Eradicating confusion, pride and sorrow.