Falling in the west window, falling breath in the frosty, bells chilling Freezing Ten years' dream, Castle of the koso at the same time Some time, the last month also disappeared into the west window. It sounds like the sound of the bell telling the time was also frozen in the cold. It looks as if she was missing out with her for 10 years to look back, without taking nothing but herself in a breathtaking castle (built in the capital of the country of Kure in the spring and autumn days, a castle like a peachant of beautiful warriors gathering). On a cold night, I recited the young poet's self in the chest while listening to the Buddhist temple. The poem is "霜鐘"