Scent of Spring
by L. Shelby
When the wind, harsh and cold,
Blows through bare branches--
It tugs and my mem'ries,
And then, I see your face.
And the snow, swirling down,
Drifts though my garden.
It, like my heart, seems
A bare and empty place
But underneath the snowdrifts
The moles are digging deep
The mice are busy hoarding
The flowers only sleep
Day by day, tear by tear
Winter is passing
Someday the breezes will bring
The scent of spring
Written for the story Scent of Spring, this song expresses Liang's emotional state during the "Interlude".
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