They say,

if we live until February,

we will live forever...

[I like this phrase]

And February is on Monday...

There are three days

to warm you in embrace...

Three days

to stay in under blanket...

All week we drank black tea with lemon,

burned candles and I didn't write...

Don't want to be so sentimental-

How many days are there until the spring?

It seems the endless night...

So if I wrote at least something,

It would be "almost passed..."

In spring...a bird returns to every yard

A soul returns to us.