Cloudy Daybreak

This cloudy daybreak of winter A senior citizen is walking alone By the mysterious dim chariot Through this narrow mystified Pathway of morning window Some light strings are melted With some gloomy dejections Present mixes with the pasts Friends with demon musk are Laughing from the black cave Dull winter day has bent down Fibers are falling down silently From this droplets knitted day Some faces are devil into dews Close scenes have gone away Piques put on hats supplicate Hidden covers of mud and ink Hide the smearing memories