Meh...

[silversolitaire]

Just got the full translation of that poem my half-uncle sent me for my birthday... Well, as full as it was possible. I had both my brother's geeky friends on the case and they had a hard time translating it. Figures... Anyway, now I'm feeling really old... x_x

Hermann sings to you, worthy Silver, today a Chronostichon in old fashion, hoping that these epigrams won't be unwelcome.

Now that you, Silver, as there are four seasons of the year and the century, have lived the spring, stop thinking about the seasons that are ahead of you.

*depressed*