These frozen towers sleep in fog.
I see in window yellow light,
The lantern, pharmacy and dog,
And cars on parking. Boring sight!
You wanna find something new,
You change locations east and west,
And reading every overview,
Refusing good, you search the best.
I can admire, if your choice
Is seashore with coral sand,
If everyday you hear noise
Of crowds in abroad land.
But looking on the snowfall
And dances of the snowflakes,
I feel I never change my soul.
I will live here in nowhere place.