Heavy snow, sky iron gray
In the early morning, the trees carry a thin layer of snow
Sigh to yourself
It is difficult to shake the wind left and right
It was as if he was immersed in the spring dream that was coming
Life is like a big dream
From winter to spring, these deep and shallow dreams
In shaking off the annual hope
As if it were only reserved for waking up
Fumble under the sun with simple faith
Looking for distant comfort