Go back to sleep again you little bud,
My heart's not ready for the spring to start,
The world's still grey and cold with scents of mud,
Our minds still filled with snow-white Winter's art..

Go take your rest, my fluffy willow friend,
My heart's content beneath the snowy veil,
Who told you Winter's coming to an end?
-You dare to trust the rays of sun so pale..?!

So hopeful, eager, pure and full of power;
the things in you, I always will admire!
Although I try to stay inside my tower,
You once again will set my soul on fire..

I can't avoid the changes anymore -
I'll let excitement open brand new doors !