Snowflakes Are Dancing

  Snowflakes are dancing

  They are dancing

  They dance, dance

  And can only dance

  Snowflakes are falling

  Falling on a synchronized row

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  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.