The moon shines with winter sky palely
The electric wires are gliittering tautly
Nature complains of sadness to Deities
With the insistent beat of cold winds

However if there are forgotten people
Let's become irises together with me
In spring; The flower language is
"Good fortune of people to believe"

(You may change the flower for rose, lilac, bellflower, lily and some others you like.)