North wind

The eyes of the dragon that lives at the pole are as bright as the sun in the morning and as cold as the moon. The north wind blows across the Xuanyuan Terrace, over the tomb of the Yellow Emperor, and brings snowflakes as big as prayer mats. Here in Yanshan, in the twelfth month, a woman never laughs. Her eyebrows become brittle and break off, waiting at her doorstep for you. You took your sword to defend the border. Neither you nor your comrades will ever return. Spiders claim the quiver and arrows that you left. We can dam the river, but nothing stops the north wind.