It's now winter on calendar,
But everything seems springlike wonder.
Horizon looks like beautiful lady,
So pleasurable astonishing colorful gaudy.

Am I in a faint?
Or is it a magic paint?
What happened to me?
I feel like flying bumble bee.

The blue bird is behind the things,
Only for his love my heart sings.
Stars are eager to make me charming,
Riding on light's wing happiness is coming.

Comet appeared with its broom tail,
Seeing comet, grief set sad sail.
But the sail splitted by strong wind,
The evening star smiled spreading her mind.

I dream and dream standing on shore,
And wrote letter to him from heart's core.
Will he understand my letter?
Loving him, my heart tunes like guiter.