Shimo No Koe—First Frost's Voice
The first frost of this year is yet to come. We inhale, hold our breath and we wait. There is nothing more magical than to awake to the first frost of the year. The sun sparkles on every crystal. Each seems to point to the other in awe of the spectacle. Soon enough, the frost will melt, the song will end, wilted blooms appear. Nothing as beautiful as before the frost. A sure sign winter is not far off.
Voice of the first frost
Sparkling crystals sing
Winter is on the way