The birds fly south as the cold winds blow,
Colorful, flourishing, countryside
Now barren, looks empty and quiet.
The sky turns gray and each one feels blue,
Deserted, desolate, depressing
It’s freezing and lonely whole outside.
Our child’s smile and hugs, keep our home warm.
Somberly iciness disappears,
We always feel gorgeous spring inside.
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