The breeze of winter wind last year, I remember,
With discord and calamity they come to my front.
Through weep and woe, beside me they leave me never,
Even within the hail, the power I have to move on.
The cold of winter storm this year I must face,
Should be not as cold as last year it might be.
Crushing my heart, they leave me being alone,
Now being alone, even tiny breeze seems a freeze.
