My Snowman

Spring is coming,
All are waking up for such a good and promising season--
The flowers are blossoming;
Trees are shooting forth for new life;
Birds are singing with great happiness;
However, my snowman,he is crying--
"Spring is terrible, it is end of my life"
I feel extremely sad just because he is my snowman and he is going to leave without me.
I meant to clasp him tightly but he is thawing ever quicker.
Warm is fateful to him, I forgot.
Then he became a pool of water before me.
I cry with great sorrow in this good and promising season,
Nobody hears me as they are so exciting.