a rose as red as blood has bloom and birds have come to see it now the grass is growing greener too despite the falling of white snow So many mountains watch afar and rivers thaw melodic chants as moons become one shining star to give the sun to this one plant but deers and bears canβt trust their eyes For Winter barely has arrived the warm they feel is thought as lies they seek refuge in order to survive
yet this one rose has bloomed in Winter Land, was this a miracle or was it planned?