Autumn wind mania attack Winter snow crows silent
They conspired to lose blood
Let the curtain of the leaves be terrifying.
The sun is the only yeast in spring,
But they were taken away by the thick fog, humans
Rely on the intuition of three sets of cars trial and error.
This winter,
The gray blasphemed the whiteness of the snow, pitch black
It is the pure solution.
The spring of the covenant is waiting for creditors,
I am waiting for the light of the sun,
Waiting for a loud pigeon whistle.