The snowflakes in the seven nights bloomed and withered, like a brief encounter and an eternal parting.
Listen to the long wind and enjoy the passing years while drunk.
As spring passes and winter returns, the leaves fall and the snow falls.
I asked all the world, who looked back at me and smiled? Holding an umbrella, I caressed the falling snow on my shoulders, and sighed for half my life in the hustle and bustle.
Conception: