"The bud of a special wing closes in a deep snow that flows in the times
If there is a day to think about bonds, then that's fine
The meanings of happiness are dipping in my heart
I feel embracing the flower that goes away
I also solicited something strangely snowing in words
While carrying it on the ship of the star
It scatters to the blossoming flower
Plaque snow
With a smile
or something
a surprise"