The Name the Wind Carried

I love the cold season
My heart dances at the clear scenery

Frost columns on a cold morning
During the day under the cold sky
The voices of children ring clear
In the evening, while making a bonfire by the roadside
We would roast sweet potatoes
At night, the starry sky twinkles
The glass windows fog up
It is the scenery of my childhood

Called by the draft
The glass rattles
That night when it rattled
Santa Claus
Toys and a letter
There, my name was written
That is why I
Love the cold season