A Note from Castorice

When the cold wind brings the first drifting snow,

we step into the muddy wilderness.

Gathering the dying petals,

we let their withered glory rest in the traveler's flower crown.

From footprints traveling back and forth, paths are woven.

Never had I imagined that one day I would wear a flower crown.

Leave this snowy realm, cross that boundary dawn and dusk, between life and death.

Journey to a world still warm with life,

and smile while embracing others.

Before your departure, take this flower crown with you.

It has accompanied me through endless paths, across the shores of darkness.

Chase the end of the west wind, and witness the world's rebirth.

May those flowers, like dancing butterflies,

rest upon your brow when you're weary.

May life's gentle warmth always stay by your side.

Castorice