The angry wind howls,

The tall willows bend down,

And the mountains are being swept by the wave.

And the pale moon at that time

Peeked out from the clouds in some places,

Like a boat in the blue sea,

It would rise and sink.

The roosters were not singing yet,

No one was making any noise,

The owls in the grove were calling,

And the ash tree creaked now and then.