At sunset the wind and rain stop. The might of Spring has snapped in a single
night. Under the serene color of the sky, the sparse blossoms quietly send the
message of love. The clouds come and go. The snow appears in the shape of a few
branches. The scene is extremely beautiful, but it also makes me sigh greatly
with emotion. With whom shall I share my feelings? Only the two lines of
low-flying wild geese know that I lean against a banister within this
picturesque tower under the shining moon.