My father is not a big lover, but he knows love well and one day he said that love in winter is more beautiful. In fact, my father was a soldier, but he knew love very well and on a winter day he looked at twilight and said that love in winter is more beautiful. I was a kid at the time, but I was thinking that winter love is more beautiful. I am a southern farmer, and I knew from the river and the trees that winter is the season of love. We are from here; from the south, the land of love where trees are images of love, rivers are a stream of love and women are pieces of love. I am from here, from the south, where love is more beautiful in winter.