It's almost the end of winter,
The days will soon get longer.
I've always liked the sight of light,
But in this time I've found comfort,
In smoke and heavy clouds that block the sun rays,
The constellation of Auriga and a star called Sirius.

The mood is strangely melancholic,
The breeze is calmly blowing as the sun is setting on another day,
Time goes on,
Constantly running, leaving us behind,
To regret the times when we couldn't,
Because we wouldn't because we shouldn't.

What will it be like a decade from this moment?
As we grow older, we get to know how small we really are,
How amazingly insignificant,
Like a speck of dust in a city of dreams.

As we grow older, we get to know,
Including the doctors and lawyers and leaders of the world,
No one really knows what is going on.

The sun has finally set to let the moon conquer the entire sky,
Interrupting my thoughts on this chilly night,
I wonder if summer will welcome me,
I wonder if I will like the warm summer breeze.