Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Birdhouse has been swaying in north wind

Where the little birds would have gone
Birdhouse has been swaying in north wind
Frozen swaying in my sorrow

Where the flowers would have gone
Pampas grass has been swaying in north wind
Withered swaying in my sorrow

The morning air was 10 degrees below zero
And by the time the sun sets four o'clock
Frozen leaves covering the forest
Frost is lift up the ground
Cold winter came to the foothills of Fuji

Soon, around here is covered with the white snow
Then, the snow would wrapping my sorrow


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