Before I suffer,
I have to bring those timbers
And place them near that run over

It's approaching December
The season I can only remember

It was before November
That I was joined by a member

In the days of winter
I gave my life to Leisure

In October,
I can't find a writer
Like my brother
Whose pen can scatter
Words that are mentored

In the season where birds limber,
I stretch my hands to the receiver
Who in heart was the founder