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The powdery snow, so flutterly flow Its painting so bright, puts the mountains in white
Winter has finally come, the leaves of each tree falling off its branches. The snow hitting the ground, covering the ground with clumps of snow.
The mountains turning white as the snowflakes pours. It was very cold, the soft cold breeze whistles down.
And inside a house decaying two souls remain Holding tight, in the night because it's cold there once again
You snuggle up close to Carla, his warmth engulfing you. The fireplace was filled with wood burning down to ashes. The windows are shut tight, not letting the cold breeze blow the fire away for as the warmth may be gone.
"I'll never forget, it snowed when we met." You showed me a smile when you lowly told me that line
Carla notice you were dozing out for a moment. "What were you recalling?" Carla called out softly as he caught my attention. "Remember what you told me years ago?" I look down at his kimono, slightly smiling. "I love you?" Carla replied with a tint of question in your answer. "No, silly." you giggle. "You'll never forget it snowed when we met." Carlasmiled upon hearing those words again.
Just to hide my face in crimson I'd turn to you And with your sleeve, I do believe you were my aid anew
You blush and bury your face into Carla's strong built chest. Your mouth slightly smiling from saying something embarrassing.
And with a single breath of joy Just singing of the day when the spring returns With all the flowers and the chirping birds
Finally, Spring has come after a few months of cold sensation. You sang a little lullaby as a little yellow canary fly down into your soft delicate fingers. The birds chirp along with you as you sang a little more tune to it.
"Hey, I think your voice is beautiful." that was what you told me
"Hey, I think your voice is beautiful." Carla compliments me, cleaning his samurai sword which was passed on for generations.
That alone, those words you said They would make me smile so enternally
You turn around with blush a tint of pink. Carla's hair slightly cover some parts of his red orbs.
"If someday, I no longer have this voice that you told was beautiful, Would you really Would you even love me how you surely did before?"
