If winter comes, don't be sad, my dear son.

If winter closes the doors of your house and the ice hills surround you from everywhere,
wait for spring to come and open your windows to fresh air, and look away,
you'll see. Bird swarms are back singing,
and you will see the sun receiving its golden threads over the branches of the trees to make you a new age and a new dream. and a new heart.

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