In near end of winter,
I lay on my bed,

Listen to soft tune of prvnci,
Just floating in and out of my mind,

Spread out like a starfish in the sea of my bed,
The gentle breeze sneaks in through the railed window,

My eyes look up at the cloudy sky,
It shines brighter than a sunny day,

It's just as if angels are above,
Gazing down on my at peace soul...