In this cold and rain, the beloved is more delightful, the beloved by my side and love in my head.
The beloved by my side, like a portrait, delicate, beautiful, agile, fresh, and moist.
In this cold, we flee to her alley, for no one like her is born from a mother.
In this snow, we kiss those lips of hers, which refresh the heart like snow and sugar.
I lost my strength and went out of control; they took me and brought me back again.
When suddenly her image comes to mind, the heart leaps out of place, God is great.