(The night breeze in early spring.)
The wind searched eagerly for the crevices in the windows
Squeeze into the Burrow
I want to seek some warmth
Pleasingly playing a song that awakens my dreams
The quilt was draped over the top of his head
I like but I hate this wild wind
If only the wind could be gentler on this night
I will definitely push open the window
Accept its touch
They even chanted the first heart song
Go and drink it wildly
Disappointment spreads to the cottage
Wait
Maybe
Tomorrow night it will be tender to me