A winter evening grim as the sad way can be,
The heart with beating running in its railway.
The darkness outside the windows just as a child hurry into the pool of night,
Darkness, darkness not gloating with only sad,
The heart that beneath the chest also stay in dark
Tasting the rose of cheer
Feeling the storm of miserable
Torch the faint hope light of future
Smell the flower from memory
Exert the bold wine of age
Only, Only the darkness with him,
I’m running in the winter raining night,
Only the dance of the rain stream on the window with me.
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