The snow outside the window flew and the cold wind penetrated through the glass into the sleeves of the sleeves approaching the atrium of the heart, so cold that the common goose feather snow in the north was like this in the sky over the south, regardless of the disregard of the falling I don't know if I wanted to

Snow was flying outside the window

A cold wind blows through the glass

Slip through the sleeves

Approaching the atrium, it was cold to the bone

Heavy snow on goose feathers is common in the north

Just over the south

Regardless of the fall of disregard

I don't know if I've ever thought about it

Feelings of the North [Covering Your Face]