I Will Head for South

I will head for south.
You said after the snow melts;
The ancient wisdom and treasure will expose.
But the snow has defeated four summers.

I will head for south
To be a waitress and wear a floral shirt.
No more poems from you by the hearth,
I will open my window
To listen to the homeless
Singing love songs to me.

I will head for south.
The waves would not bring treasure to the beach.
But I will go barefoot
And the warm wind will in my hair.

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