The West Wind and Modern Poetry in Jazz

You came quietly.

Like a purple mist blooming in the sea.

The land in this poem

Thousands of trees are blooming.

I leafed through the courage of this stone

What is hidden inside is the appearance of the earth.

I sing a snowflake ballad

Praise, the west wind bent over for your smile.

A westerly wind swept across my forehead.

But it will make your mouth straight.

I envy you for being naive, young and carefree.

You said, I'd better be quiet and calm.

Your behavior is unrestrained and cold.

My thoughts, toil and annoyance.

The west wind laughs and the sky flattens.

You smiled and waved gently.

This is a title that I cannot surpass.

You are my ice prince

You are humming snow again.

The song penetrates the empty space of the stars.

The whole winter is like amnesia.

Drink all the snow and get it right.

This is an aristocratic status that I can't surpass.

You are my ice prince

I picked up the branches and tried to fold them in the wind.

Hanging by your side

You said let me live my life.

I make peace with the years for you.

You said autumn was the wind that blew in previous years.

What about winter? Has it become a belief for you and me?

I want to pretend to be on a rainy night

Just like that time I held an umbrella for you.

I know. Maybe this time

Neither the waterfowl nor you will come to me again.

"Song", you shake the hand of the west wind.

This is an aristocratic status that I can't surpass.

You are my ice prince

It's just that you didn't see the corner of my eye

Tears turned into snowflakes calling.

Don't look, don't look, don't make trouble.

Be a bird.

With stationery

At eleven o'clock at night

Pay off debts at twelve o'clock

blank sheet of paper

Finger jump

This is an aristocratic status that I can't surpass.

You are my ice prince