Reminiscence of the January

In the damp mat-blanket
Dreamed the way of eglantine flowers
This was through cemetery

Dispersed the offerings of beginning of the year
A old woman recovered from illness
Was ajar of door, vigilantly saw

Fled in the his own fur  
The dog dreamed a day
Go to beyond the border of the light

The hope flocked very noisily
Into January was dumbed sound
But the spring still hid its image
It only released a butterfly-wing to explore

On a day at the end of January
Neighbouring woman was a widow
Returned home from the cemetery
Set up eglantine flowers fully in the room of her.