Red-dressed woman

That which flies the flame rod

Ice, snow people

runs in black overcoats ..

I am different,

Red-dressed woman.

Each of mourning, each

laugh, feels familiar.

Mass of the merger,

but no one will notice.

Snow in black collars,

it is brought by the wind.

Defeated,

I promise you,

the position of my boot.

Mittens snow play,

snowfall, little brother,

hat playing games.

I will go, I will come

through the ice and cold of snow.

Under the rule of the winter in a black coat speaking

among the red-uniformed lively

woman. That which flies the flame rod.