In The Countryside

The winter night I feel the breeze,

The cold, I miss 

The solitude of the peace.

Peaceful mind,I suppose to mediate,

The fondness of the soulful adorn,

Company of our own.

Seven of the stars, Orion

Brighter than the bunch of stars, twinkle.

In the silence of the night,

I am speechless.

From my mouth,cold breeze blow,

May shivers away the whole quiet space.

Howl and barks of the beast,

Beating the night silence,

May the cold rather be the reason,

The season of sound.

In the cover of wool,

We are having a cup of tea,

A warmth to our soul.

Craves us of a hot spring pour.

Oranges sour,

Guavas in the floor.

Region of no snow,

We are pleased with the rain of icy cubes.

All our efforts to be strong,

The cold doesn't make us sick.

Confused minds always makes things wrong.

Close the door,

Have a good sleep.

Let it be the leap year take time to come for a extra day.

The foggy season.

It's all your illusion,

Don't let anyone miss your own resonance of weal,

Already gonna be a new next day.