Frozen is the snow.
Melting it will go,
Away...
When Spring begins again.
And flowers bright will bloom.
And I...
Want to be that one,
To share...
This Spring that comes with you.
Walking like we'll do...
With a budding we'll get to know,
As soon as the frozen snow...
Melts to go.
And flowers bright will bloom to gow...
With a budding we'll get to know,
As soon as the frozen snow...
Melts to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm looking forward to it too. I'm tired of working in the cold, but eh somebody got do it.