In Winter
As winter comes, it comes with her.
It leaves me always thinking of her.
Just like winter returns each year, she returns to my mind to be remembered and cherished.
As the winter wind blew, her scent swept right through me. Just like her faint figure, I said goodbye to.
As winter comes, it comes with her.
Tied to the waist and falling neatly on the ankle is her sarong.
Wearing different colors of spring, representing colors of life.
She was like spring too, always cheerful, never dull.
As winter comes, it comes with her.
Glossary
Sarong - A cloth wrapped around from the waist to the ankle like a skirt.
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