Not like a spring ı assumed
I didn�t saw any though
I�ve just presumed
An old book of colors told me that
Snow is white and it is good
Pretending that it is cold
As if it covers the mud
That holds these gardens
But, ı cannot feel its cold
Even though ı shiver
It became our fever
Killing me slowly
I am dying out here
Like a dry leaf, we are falling
Covering the dirts of snow
Are we seeded to be teased
Are we made for you to be pleased
Not like a spring ı assumed
Black flowers have been rooted
Grayscale hopes
To build empires without souls
Can�t you hear what screams under
Pure white cannot mute a thunder
Not like the spring ı assumed
Black flowers have been rooted
Grayscale hopes
To build empires without souls
My little garden of flowers
Now flooded, now lifeless
Wasn�t it beautiful at first
Snowflakes seemed so harmless
Let us hope
This is the last snowfall