The winter without snow and cool

I gave you all my love,
yet I got indifference from you only.
It is autumn and the leave are beginning to yellow,
then, you left me lonely, my dream were color-blind.
Feeling heart rounding missing were my nourishment,
in unjust nature law.
It is winter,
but not snow.
It is winter,
yet there not blow cool wind.
But I am gazing at your back
in the mist,
making sentimentality haze
in stead of snow,
in my open ground- heart.
Myatnyein