Winter breaks my heart,
Stops at my door, while she flirts like a *****,
Bleached like a paper,
Soaks in all light,
Brimming with puerile and infantile tales,
Winter! O  winter! You break my heart.

I look out for care and sun burnt mirth, I extend my hands,
To the distance of heights,
I partly cross the station of pointed conversations,
And my moon smiles and nods,
Like a lucky charming dream.
Winter, my fractured existence,
Lives and dies, within.

I am born with cash,
I get old and young with leaves of grass,
I blow out the smoke, visceral tubes, you see,
Winter breaks my heart,
Like an aged old ghost,with jovial histories.