Yu Yin looked out the window at the imprisoned winter and the unbridled ice flowers spreading on the window.
I don't know if the window lattice ruins the artistic conception of the window grilles, or if the window grilles seal the life of the window lattice, but the window grilles cannot see the spring.
The window lattice accompanies him and is imprisoned by the spring light together
Intention: I can't go through this bitter cold winter with you.
