Snowflakes Are Dancing
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Snowflakes are dancing
They are dancing
They dance, dance
And can only dance
Snowflakes are falling
Falling on a synchronized row
Atop the old sycamore
They fall, fall
And will always fall
Snowflakes moves gently
Like a mature dandelion's seeds kisses a yoshino blossom
But when the harsh Winter approaches
They started to move sturdily
When Winter came earlier this morning
The seeds of kudzu had sprouted upon us
And their arrows hurted
Like a knife on our backs
Ai.
When Spring came on afternoon
All that remained after the snowflakes fall
Were a land of newborn hyacints
And the worlds of despair written on their minds:
Ai. Ai.
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