Like the dregs of January snow
under February rain
or fruitless trees
I have come to die
I was not meant to go beyond
the end of Spring
for that was when love all withered
and life became long
I'd like to say I could survive
a summer's day alone
but it is more like being lost
somewhere cold
And the sun does not warm me
the sea does not calm me
I only dream of spring
and until all is ended
to that blossom stem I cling
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
Like the dregs of January snow
under February rain
or fruitless trees
I have come to die
I was not meant to go beyond
the end of Spring
for that was when love all withered
and life became long
I'd like to say I could survive
a summer's day alone
but it is more like being lost
somewhere cold
And the sun does not warm me
the sea does not calm me
I only dream of spring
and until all is ended
to that blossom stem I cling
