The cold wind rushes
Sending chill to my bones
The weather has changed
From the golden autumn
To the frosty winter
The approach of coldness
A harsh reminder
Of my own condition
Of my remaining days
In this impermanent world
I wish to walk the street
Feel the snowflakes on my fingertips
Smile at the passing strangers
Dance among the strangers
Before death lay its icy claws on me
