The Season Of Tu-Nan Poem by Cui Gya

Staying in the north-temperate region
By the sea
I see
That dark blue and white matches best
Ice crystals fall on the robes of the long night
The spray attacked by the cold then solidified into a static state
Light snow makes thicklove to the earth
Hot blooded me, I think of Tunan
There is no PengBird in the South
But it's a place where you can keep your respiratory tract from getting cold
If I can fly
I dare to live in the spring with blossom
No need to communicate with the long night
Everything below zero
Why should they be calm and restrained?
Season knows the answer