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
