Knock on the window.,
embrace me with your leaves.
Lay cool and soft wind
his song at the hour of the night.
In the gold of the forest wrap,
Yes crimson surprise.
To hell with the gloom, to hell with the turmoil,
I'm already broke.
Her pale cheeks were flushed,
I blew a kiss.
In this world I Mama;NIN,
simple— twit.
Don't appreciate the beauty in nature;you are the world,
I think narrowly, I lie a lot.
Oh, it's so wet outside,
I'd rather stay at home.