WALKING ON THE BRIDGE

I was walking on the bridge
After a long rest in my chair ,
Ican see the water
as pieces of cloths
which reminds me my old uniform.
The new Bridge is on my right side
named as the river bridge ,
I was on the old one
to find an another path to the town.
I dont see the edge of bridge,
the edge of mind,
and it fades in the falling snow.
we can see the life below
and aside the path,
and it is still alive to live.