寒風に飛ばされた雪が
春を心待ちにした樹々に着いていきます。
氷の衣をまとった樹々の蕾は小さく固く
我慢に我慢を重ねています。
春になったら一所懸命に開くために
きみだけじゃない 頑張ろうね(^_-)⌒☆
The snow which was splashed by cold wind
It reaches tree who waited expectantly for spring.
The bud of tree who wore clothes of the ice is hard small.
It put patience on patience.
If it is spring, to open hard.
It is not only you and will do your best(^_-)⌒☆
