Q1 asks "Something that bids farewell to the lonely winter and colors the warm spring" The answer is given "Something that falsely resembles the white snow" What is in the heart? [It's about you]
Q2: When you find the true feelings behind the answer to Q1 Based upon the doubts and ideas in the heart of the youth living in its lines Compose a new verse on the paper
Write the feelings of the seventh month on the paper
Playing with flowers or playing with writing, what's most amusing is playing with words Walking hand in hand down the gravel road, singing, laughing Time went on, I parted with the flowers and only wrote down the loneliness Though I resent it, time stands at a loss [1] Flow on, echo on, be proud - now is the literary flower
Write the feelings of the seventh month on the paper
Disregarding the writer, I went on filling the page in jest with no repetitions These uneventful days are like a long rain - soak me, moisten me The flow of time withers the flowers; I only wrote down the futility The flow of time withers me as well - revive me, I've withered away The words I've told drift about in space to meaningless beats, to merciless beats [Though I resent it, time stands at a loss Flow on, echo on, be proud - now is the literary age]
[1] This was the line that started containing words that don't seem to exist anymore. >.> One, anyway - and it refused to appear in any dictionary or make any kind of consistent sense in the few Google results it appeared in. I hope glossing over it didn't disturb the meaning of the verse... *fails*