The flakes has fallen
covering every acer
the sway of the wind
blew in my ears
Oh no, my darlings
Don't die
In the cold
I'll warm you
and save your petals
from freezing
and falling into ashes
you're my little children
Who had seen only one spring
And grown sweeter
with the summer breeze
Oh no my babes
I want you to see
at least fourty springs
until my face wrinkles
And I become as dry as you
when you face the winter
My winter flowers
Blow your scents
I'd love to breath 'em
In my sleep
And when my death approches
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