Sleeping against a flower, living on a pillow of snow.
It's the way back and the way back!
I just sigh: Sometimes the wind blows and the flowers fall, but the snow and rain shake and hate forever!
Just sigh: the flowers are blooming again, no one is around, and there is a single tree in the dusk.
Hidden in the blue sky, hidden in the yellow spring, when the full moon is full of lovesickness.
