Spring arrives, with buds anew,
Yet, all I see is the barren view.
Birds rejoice, in spring's delight,
While I savor winter's quiet night.
Bears stir from their winter's sleep,
While I yearn for dreams to keep.
Shall I journey on or fade away?
The next spring's arrival, unclear.
I wonder what the next spring will bring,
For this season feels like autumn's sting.