吻仔魚的天空

windy night, storm hits my face,
snow melting in my eyes,
thousands knives cutting my neck,
but i am walking still.

soft spot light in house bringing my steps,
the warm fire calling all the elves from snow land,
they jump and dance,
singing to make magic buds show. 

something come out in my eyes
a drop dewing down from my nose,
was it tear ?
no, we call it love drop. 

from love elves