There's a time we do remember
When the month was on December
It was cold, never been told
I was caught in the winter
On the latter of December
It was cold, never been told
Sitting on a icy river
I was told not to shiver
It was told, I'm still cold
What's the use collecting flower
When the month was on December
It was told, well...I'm still cold
When I know it's not December
There's no white stuff to be remember
I'm not cold, getting old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol nice poem fine to read and nice idea