These Days

                                 

These days it sounds like cicadas in summer,

like the smell of pinewood dancing around

me in the night wind.

like a faint light of the streetlamp warms up the whole scene.

These days it looks like a musical daydream

with weird thoughts and weirder dreams,

like a blushing heart that warms me up.

These days someone feels only a step away,

a lonely thought of whom makes my heart crowded.