Staying in the northern temperate zone
At the seaside
Dark blue and snow-white are the best match
The robe of the long night is covered with ice crystals
The cold waves become static
The light snow has become more loving to the earth
As passionate me, I easily think of Tunan
There are no roc birds in the south
But it's a place where you can avoid the cold of the trachea
If I can fly
I will boldly live in the spring when flowers are blooming
I will not exchange many greetings with the long night
Everything below zero degrees
Why should they be calm and restrained?
The season knows the answer
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