Spring Song
Under
the umbrella of winter,
I
hope raindrops of spring.
Every
flower breathes deeply,
every
breeze dyes the sky blue,
every
future begins to grow up
in
warmth and softness.
Surrounded
by thorns of winter,
I
imagine a silky cocoon of spring.
Someone
is singing,
for
immature but priceless dreams.
Someone
is singing,
for every human who never give up their souls.
The Unnamed Snowman
He
is just waiting to melt
under
the sunlight.
His
eyes are blinking.
His
mouth makes the shape of joy.
Although
his destiny is decided,
any
despair and any sadness
don't
dwell in his heart.
He
is just waiting to melt
in
winter breeze.
He
is like me.
I'm like him.
The Ode To AKATSUKI JAPAN
You
are the symbol of the morning glow,
the
symbol of hopes,
the
symbol of passion.
Even
in waves of the darkness,
you
never give up on the sunlight that will
cocoon
you someday.
Even
in vortex of regret,
you
keep on believing flowers that will bloom
someday.
The
road that you are walking with belief
and
immortal souls
leads
you to the goal that you hope.


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