siberian wind, gentle on my face
so sweet i could really, really taste
beginning of year for two moons
come rushing to my flower blooms
way back then we have bonefire
we gather around full of desire
to talk and share food that come
from vendors who seek income
stories that was played yesterday
still linger to tired ears of today
those innocent times that came by
brings great feelings, i could sigh
now there’s hope for cooled wind
glacier growth seen in himalayan
perch up mountains of karakoram
lovely breeze for children of east
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