Peeping Through the Windows of Room Two-One-Three

As far as I can see, through the windows of Two-one-three In Spring and summer, Green and brown trees relief my eyes Slow winds and Shining sun Raindrops and thunderstorms Small hills with tiny houses and twinkling lights on their top, Looking up in the sky Bright stars twinkle at night, moonshine always a delight A sleek lonely lane next to my room slopes down towards the road, Seems like it always wait for someone to walk. Autumn and winter turned leaves into orange bright, beautify the scene, make me miss my love leaves fall from trees and blow all over the roadside, when I peep through the windows, all I see are leaves bid farewell to lonely trees with a promise to come again in the joy of summer, Dark, dry, and lonely, wait all winter to flourish again The silence of the night is the joy of winter trees and the streets covered with snow, white and bright. Gloomy days without the sunshine, Peace and Ease at its best I saw, admired and felt, all these through a window of two-one-three.