Naked Spring

Sun will up with mourning view, Jar has broken - glass is dead, Spring, there is no dress on you, Hey, you're late, my dear friend. Here's the cold for youthful trees, Branches are shielding their trunks, Winds as vampires look for kiss, There's no bird's song I'll say thanks. You were guest, you left your dress, Please, embrace me, fill my core, You escaped, I must confess, Oh, my spring, I want you more.