98 The Music they Both Sang

"You are my spring, such a blooming chrysanthemum,

You are my spring, my full petal bloom.

You are my spring, there is no winter any more

There will be sunshine, you won't be cold anymore."

"You are my spring… sunshine in the meadows

Pale lilies amongst the flowers…

The white snow is now melting to the greens…

You are my spring, blooming as you've ever been."

Jonathan smiled, just the littlest curve on his lip. The moon was as its full peak, and firefly in a jar was just another light that sufficed along with the moonlight.

"Your voice is so… angelic, Jonth," A girl with bright, green eyes had said. She looked fair and vibrant, her red hair was almost orange in the color of the moonlight. "You sang my song better than I did."

"Did I?" Jonathan asks, preventing himself to smile.

"You wanna laugh?" Eulalia exclaims, pouting. "Go laugh. Hope you choke on it."

Jonathan chuckled. "I like the song." He smiles. "It's like a children's rhyme."