Grass Mountain - Tsao Shan The winter already visible on the horizon, Made us hang onto the late summer sun. Visiting the mountain,etched the reality, We had to use the days to the full. Tall, dry and yellowed grass, Squeezed by morning coldness, Swayed rhythmic but lifeless in the wind. A new coldfront moved in, Pushing tons of mist before it, To dump it onto the mountainsides. The summer sun, our only real hope, Already abandoned its stronghold. Wind, mist and clouds began their rule. Drawing nearer was the time to part, With little but memories, In another country, Until another day. Without a choice, I still refuse to embrace the cold, For my blood pumps warm, From the heat of you. Without sorrow, but in sadness I know, Friendship is just like summer, You only feel its depth, When you don't feel it at all. The only regret is the test. For summer it is winter, For friendship - seperation. *Thnxs for reading*