I hate the way you make your harsh sanding lows, and the feeling it gives me is chilly and cold. As I inhale the winter air, the smell of the atmosphere is just too bare. Imagining Hawaii, I wish I were there. I do not want this season to linger any longer. My affection for you does not get any fonder.
Winter is lifeless, dark, gloomy, and boring.
I get these feelings when I awake in the morning. So please, wind, please go. I, the wind, am superior to winter. You are different, you are bitter. There is heat and warmth from spring to summer.