The winter in North Korea is so cold, Mom. I am lying in the snow shivering at the moment. I feel a little homesick. Then I suddenly want to write you a letter, but I don't have a pen and paper. I feel a little lost. Then I think again, I don't know how to read at all.
The winter in North Korea is so cold, Mom. My comrades are all asleep, so I can just complain on my own.
Intention: Feeling