As seasons change,
and all seems clear.
Holding true to your heart,
those that are near.
Reaching to the sky,
for dreams from afar.
Nothing is impossible,
not even the brightest star.
Hold me close now for now,
if we part do not feel sorrow.
This sweet last kiss of winter,
for the season changes tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem