At the end of the year, the cold wind howls wildly,

The sound touches the intestines of the deceased.

Although there is no meeting thousands of miles away,

I care about the wind.

If you can hear the sound of ten thousand trees,

Old friends ask for warmth in another country.

And now the temperature drops at night,

Don't forget to add a few more collars.

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