Tonight, I don't see the moon outside my window, there's not weeping tree covered with snow, there aren't any clouds above the sky looking like pillows, yet I can't help but dream about some weeping willows, those trees, that I would like to see outside my window, as I embrace, laid on bed, my own pillow, as I laid on bed, embracing sorrow, wishing to see a weeping willow outside my window covered with snow, covered, looking like a pillow to embraced, to hug, to feel the coldness of my sorrow,