In March?

I still believe in the walk
Still believe in the leaves
When the night crowded in
And the face remained first rain
No, need is far inside the song
Inspire to overcome the window
Some kisses have grown unwatered
And some mists turning shadow
Quiet sentences once wrote
Rains of the windy rainbow
Ah, the train passed one night
And the platform gathered the dews
Questions were born from silver
Blaze on the run of time
Deep was fragrant in steel water
And bright was sunk like a rhyme.