Under a bright starry night,
the snow falls down in all
it's brilliance.
The winterking dresses the
land in his white cloth.
And rules the frosty
cold wind, that scours
the land breathtaking
as ever.
The scent of the cold
permeats the warm heart,
as it treasures the
memory of the summer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem