The last glistening flake of snow

Slips down the edge of the mistletoe

And mingles with the dust below.

The last shrivelled up lotus petal

Into the depths of water settles

Dragged along with the river's flow.

The last call of the flirtatious cuckoo

Disappears in the scorching Loo

As does the moth in the lantern glow;

The last fragment of hope flies

Away into the misty skies

Leaving a world of grief below.