The winter comes

The dry hand,

Hope to be hold and given the warm breath together,

The dry straw

Fly low to hear the wind turns pass on the streets to the winter afternoon

White air,

The boring dew,

The flying hair is sad, too

All of the singing sound , fly into the sky



Hey! The stars see the straw is flying

I, I will hide the tender kiss



Spread fully its hands!

Hold the straw!

Straw loves again as a little of the fresh straw fully



Cause straw is nice

Cause straw is good

Because of being sung on the misty childhood fields,

Don’t fly off

Fly low to hear

For me to lay on straw with the winter deep dream is coming

The street is very white

Cry in the garden yard

I escorts straw go to the end of the street ,ok ?

Oh! My lips is already dry

Straw has flown already,

I will try to be alone with this winter...

Fly on

Fly farther

I

Only I will hold a little of those indulgence straw...