The Clouds That Year Were Your and My Tears

The clouds that year were as white as snow, the rain that year was cold and biting, the sky that year was too lazy to dazzle the eyes, and the people of that year were in pain to the bone. . . Forgetting the vows I made, I kept spinning in the whirlpool of emotions. Who is whose calamity, who loves whom, and both of them survive in the gap of time...