From January to Feb,
The cherry is merely red,
The soldiers are matching,
A soldier is not that enough,
A troupe of them is like a tree.
Indeed,it is not auspicous,
They are sailing on the sea,
The apples are rotten,eaten by worms.
All is covered by snow,
Some of them in the rectangle,
The flowers are surrounded by them,
But,supper is not going to end!