You lit up the stars in the night sky with full * * *
You moisten your passion with your water.
Blow frozen soil.
You climbed the hillside from the bottom of the valley, vilen
You despise everything.
February wind
You are the torch at night.
This rotten wood, this rotten soul
Need you to incinerate
And live in death.
February wind
You are a hidden trend.
You are brewing a stream of water.
You despise all darkness, selfishness and indifference.
Your explosive power roared and swept everything away.
Then plant hope and brilliant flowers on the plateau and plain.
February wind
You are the creator, you are the destroyer.
You killed all the decay and darkness.
Give birth to beautiful buds on the roots of thousands of years.
February wind
You are the messenger of spring.
You are the source of spring.
Label: Poetry