The year of the great snow, my family fell apart, and you took me in. I called you my adoptive father. But ever since I turned seventeen, I've regretted it. Is there really no way for us to be anything but father and child? Can't we be a little closer...?
Drunk, among blossoms, their fragrance like snow; I read people by their feathers and find shelter in the clear morning...
Theme: Green lotus waves upon the water, deep green pines stand firm in the cold.
