© Tri n tran
Cold, cold park in joyful peace,
Covers its grass, grass, grass.
Naked trees sway, sway, sway,
Till their flowers blossom again.
Shadows of sadness, now, vapors.
Strollers meander, meander, meander,
Hands cupping to catch snow, snow ,snow;
All exchange conversations and laughters.
Missletoes, dangling with hope,
Someone will walk by to pick, pick, pick.
Berries dazzle, dazzle, dazzle in mid air,
Dance the Tango till winter's ready to leave.