In January, a sparse snow fell on the top of the city wall, turned into water, and flowed to the base of the wall. Winter had arrived.
The streets were covered in snow and were already deserted. People were hiding in their homes, hoping that the winter would pass quickly. They didn't like winter.
Winter means cold, bleakness and depletion of food for the poor people. The vast expanse of white is not worth singing about, nor is it anything to look at.
"God, please let this winter pass!"
People all over the world huddled and cried out.
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