Please forget my hectic red
but collect my incense flavor
in the plam of your hand
to the memories of my faded color
To endure the cold in a wild world
and dream eternity for heaven's sake
I prepare my wintry bed
without a moment of break
Your cozy fireplace shelters an inpatient human soul
when icicles freeze a bird's wing
I hear in the distance a wolf's howl
thus fall until I return in a next green spring