Miss The Snowman Poem by JoJo Hsu

Tonight moonlight is cool.
You in the building corner,
slightly look back, as if
the meaning of the whole body awake.

The bakery is about to close
Before the last Croissant sold.
You said tomorrow let's
go to the lively streets.

Tomorrow you are dressed up.
Would I have asked you
how to keep fresh every day.
The bread has not been eaten.
It was going to rain,
the weather makes no appetite.

The dogs do not need the owner
pride like kings,
Walk on the Red Sea.
Traffic can only
respectfully separated on both sides.

Gray sky, green neon lights,
for a while, a second.
Will not close the cheap
Bookstore, color cover
before the cold reader.

Shop owner is sleepy
but still awake, one hand insisted
cheeks, pray a little bit
meager patronize.
'Welcome! '

Self-exile at the border line,
Unable to extricate themselves from the phone
do not count the number
of the per storefront glass.
The window has its own way.

Each glass communicates
a small amount of information, first of all,
is my own face, then one hand
and then your face.

You are tired to rest,
because of the season.
Everything is moldy.
Traveler careful give all
baggage knot bags.