The wind is coming from the southeast, getting warmer; the wind chimes under the eaves are blowing, tinkling.
My thoughts are far away, towards you; when I write this chapter, it rains at night.
I don't want to wake up at this moment but
You said I've always been afraid of the cold and asked me to go back while it's warm
Everything was beautiful that day, but
I won't see you when I wake up.