I think I know the owner of the forest.
His family lives in the countryside near the forest;
He won't see me pause here,
Appreciate the snow-covered Woods.
My pony must have a secret:
Why are you stopping here? There is no sign of anyone.
On the darkest night of the year,
Stop between the Woods and the ice lake.
It shook the bell around its neck,
I want to ask the host if he is mistaken.
Besides, the only sound
It's the wind, it's velvet, it's the snow blowing gently.
The Woods are lovely, deep and dark.
But I have a lot of promises I can't break,
How many roads do I have to drive to sleep,
How many roads do I have to drive to sleep?