Oh my dear hands... What a shame... They froze. What a cold this is.
I can't even use gloves, I can't stay still because I have to take my phone out. My hands are cold even in my pocket. It's too cold.
My head can never be without a hat anyway. I'll freeze. I'll freeze and break in half.
I realized my weakness when the wind blew. I said I'll fly soon, I'm almost there.
I was the one fighting with the wind in the middle of the street.
In this cold, I'll crack like thinly sliced ​​potatoes that brown and blacken early and break with a snap.
If you see someone dressed in layers, and even dressed in layers on top of that, it's me.
I'll wear two berets tomorrow. It's freezing.