Falling Snowflakes

I entrust my pale rose-colored dreams to a kindred spirit who understands my heart. Do you, like me, feel the calm and pure melody of the zither? With a heart full of tenderness, I let each glimmer and hue of my dreams paint the beauty of a distant place within reach. When the flowers bloom across the hills and fields in a riot of color, do you, like me, hear the sound of a flower opening?