The windows are shut,
But the wind whispers,
"Come, it's warm outside."
I sit alone in the cold.

"It is warm here," the wind says.
"You will enjoy the weather."
I believe the wind,
But I stay alone in the cold.

The maid enters with tea
"I yearn for the sun," says I.
The broken china remains,
So I sit alone in the cold.

The wind toys with my hair.
I can't endure this pain!
I throw myself outside-
The wind and the warmth and I are one.

I tell them my secret:
The Sun is my favorite star.
Gone are my "friends".
I stand alone in the cold.