Jump into the cold water.
Scooped and deceived
No lively warmth.
And there are sad
Groves in a wet swell.
To the sky pulled away
Crowns of passionate pleading.
Sect larch slender
The trees will sing.
In the jets of the wind submissive
The sun will call in vain.
Will not warm autumn
By its gentle ray.
Only the spring sun
The cold will be driven away by.
Blizzard snowstorm
Move back to the snow.
Spring will let the outskirts of
Walk through the meadows.
Twisted fingers twigs
Will put foliage.
Puddles of mirror-saucer
Decorate yourself.
Star of Love
The sky is smoked by fog
Bright day veiled swarthy.
And the wound becomes sharper
Disturbed feelings of relatives.
Heart pain shrinks steeper,
And sad in half with the rain.
Remembering your singing voice,
Dissolved look in my heart.
We walk through the dairy garden
In the buzz of bees, in honey bloom.
The world has disappeared, only you are near
In the universe with you flying.
Here the space is wide open
Myriads of stars gives us:
– Choose any! Us!
– The one that burns brighter than the others!
We are flying in a petal blizzard,
Driving, glowing beam.
And we take it in warm hands,
Wearing on the edge of clouds.
Light white, stars rays,
Dazzle herbs flowers.
Small clouds, curly herd,
Steeped on the distillation.
And today remembering Spring,
I look at our Star,