The Unfinished One

I sit under the bright starry night sky,
My fragile dreams won't survive;
The time fly,
And my dreams need some hope.

My apple trees need some rest,
They endured a long summer;
I have done my best,
And I tolied in my orchards hard.

If you don't show me your kind light,
I would loose my hope in you;
If the flakes don't warm my cold cheeks this night,
Never would I be the same.