The cold wind whistles and squeals, sweeping the traces left by hundreds of flowers
From the intersection of years, it blows to the end of the season
The universe is so vast, facing the bleak leaves
It shows the barren and thin bones of the season
and continues loneliness and loneliness in a wild goose song
The wind rages across the season. However, regardless of the idea of worldly coldness
falling, you have the same desire
for the white clouds to fly, and on the way down, you close your eyes and daydream
the winter wind is ruthless, freezing your warm thoughts
the complex precipitated in your thoughts is stripped off again and again
frozen again and again, and the snow falls
dancing in the clear dream of the season. Ah, I can only extract the crystallization of missing from the
dream of falling snow
and smudge a maple leaf with the fragrance of a wintersweet
, and then
take advantage of the falling snow to reach the threshold of spring.