Storm

Storms come frequently recently.
Feel fussy for the assignments always,
Tired and depressed.
Wish have eight hands and four heads...

It's dangerous to walking in the storm,
But still, many people rush into the white chaos for make a living.
Life is not easy.
Even the nature couldn't be controlled.

Boats stop sailing now.
White sea looks so unfathomable.
Anything else?
Wish the storm could slow down.

For those trees at the edge of cliff,
For those sparrows which want a piece of brownie,
For those people who need money for their home,
For the world with all the orders.