Chapter 33 fog and rain

O late autumn, cold winter, muddy spring, Sleepy season!I love you and praise you With such a shadowy shroud and such a vague grave Wrap my heart, wrap my head around. Wandering about in this bitter wind, In the open field where the weathervane shouts hoarse voice in the long night, My soul is more at ease than that mild rejuvenation, Its raven-like wings will naturally spread more fully. O bleak season, queen of our land, For gloomy thoughts, above In a heart that has been frosted for a long time, there is nothing like your darkness The ever-depressing sorrow is softer, ——unless a couple in a moonless night

Let the pain go to sleep in a risky bed one pair at a time.