In the morning,
I opened the windows ,one by one
Hang the clothes out on the balcony ,one by one
Moved the blue snowflakes from the corner to the fence
It seems everything is perfectly motionless
perfectly behaved
Suddenly, I look at my shadow,
Constantly moving,
From the kitchen to the living room,
From the living room to the balcony
I can't help but wonder
So, who's pulling my strings