When closed are my eyes in winter
I can hear daffodils under my feet whisper,
"Warm rays of sun upon our soil now would out us sooner"
"Chirpy birdsongs would make us prettier than ever"
When closed are my eyes by the meadow
I see my newborn daffodils gold and yellow,
Butterflies feast on the sweetest nectar and curtsy away slow,
Starlight softly caresses on its corolla till morn of morrow.
When closed are my eyes by the fireplace
I dream her waltzing with a chain of daffodil necklace,
Around her countless fairylike butterflies intoxicatingly dance
A warbler melodiously warbles from the nearby coppice.
When opened are my eyes on my bed sleepless
My daffodils are nowhere to be seen but an empty vase,
Through the window I hear the blowing snow fast and restless
No stars glisten but my tears, and heartbeat within freezes.
