They say, if we live until February,we will live forever...[I like this phrase]And February is on Monday...There are three days to warm you in embrace... Three days to stay in under blanket...All week we drank black tea with lemon,burned candles and I didn't write...Don't want to be so sentimental-How many days are there until the spring?It seems the endless night...So if I wrote at least something, It would be "almost passed..."In spring...a bird returns to every yardA soul returns to us.