Read this winter poem when it is not,
and on your forehead a snow flake might drop
Read this winter poem when it's not white,
but somewhere is and you'll feel just right
Read this winter poem when you feel lonely,
and I hope you'll find happiness wherever you be
And read this winter poem when it is not,
so that you'll know whichever season you are in, it's a gift from God,
whichsoever season you are in,
it's a gift that today you live..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no matter which season it is, we can be happy all the time. nice, i loved it.