He is the master of the wind and snow,

Break the desolation of the autumn wind for me.

The light goes forward with him,

Hair flutters in a blue illusion.

Time is eternal,

What a secret flows.

I don't know what to do,

Affectionate all the way.

But the wind and snow,

Covered my collarbone.

But the scorching sun,

Burning my skull.

He yearns for the depths of the polar streamer,

Ignoring me,

Disappear into the dust to the end.

Does he have magic to restore me?

But he didn't hear me

Deep down

Lonely calling.

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