Winter is coming, winter is coming.
The sad cello played the prelude of winter in the cold night of late autumn, and the dancing yellow leaves took away the last attachment of autumn.
I am a clear stream flowing in the mountain stream, and my body is getting cold little by little in the breath of winter. In the valley in late autumn, I heard someone crying in the music, and I also heard the footsteps of winter. I know that in the cold wind, I will condense into ice and turn into flying snow.
The gray sky began my journey. It is going to snow. I should be on my way.
The remnants of a fallen leaf left me with a few sad sighs. The sun is tired, so I'm going to sleep. The north wind rises and the heart is cold.
I shivered in the wind and rain. I curled up behind the cliff. I want to dance for you in the moonlit forest. I want to drop water on your withered leaves, and I want to leap my life for the last time. I want to touch your arm again before dawn.
A piano that covers the sky stands on the shore of the season, and I hear music echoing in my ears. That sad music, with the desolation of winter, urges me on my way.
Finally, I panicked and condensed into ice in the faint moonlight, so I broke up?
I listened to the note again and again as if to say: snow is the freedom you want to find, if the shape of water prevents you from approaching my soul. Then turn it into snow in winter. Snow can cover me and bury me.
If you are the land, let me turn into snowflakes and melt into your body; If you are the sky, then let me turn into rain and your tears.
I want to see your shadow in every season, and I want to become your favorite appearance in every reincarnation. My life has repeatedly turned into a sad form between forgiveness and heartbreak. Is it to resist the footsteps of years forgotten?
All the parties were abandoned. What we can't give up is no longer life itself, but the glitz that we can't refuse.
The music is playing. I should go. Are you crying?
Winter is coming, and I want to get back on the road in this season.
The gray sky became extremely cold, my body solidified a little, and my stiff arms could no longer stretch beautifully. Will I still flow in your heart like water in the next life?
Winter has come, all the colors are covered by my body, and all the tears are mixed in my dancing petals. I'm flying wildly, I'm spinning violently, loneliness and loneliness rise again and again in my ups and downs, and are destroyed again and again. I want the most gorgeous sadness to stay in your eyes and the saddest music to occupy your heart.
Tears are hot, my heart is cold, do you see me falling in the dark wind?
The wind will never stop, just like my attachment to you;
Snow can't live, just like my desire for freedom.
Night, clean in my blooming snowflakes; Music, dancing in my rotation.