How many times
Fall in the dark
Lying on the cold snow
The wind cuts like a knife
Drawing towards the face
In pain
Not lending anyone’s shoulder
Thinking of the dawn ahead
Various struggles< /p>
Thinking of your smile
Get up
Accompanied by loneliness and fatigue
One step at a time
Staggering In the snow
Thinking of you and me before
The fragrance of tea on the stone table
Fishing on the lake bank
Climbing Get up
Thinking of the flowers
Playing in the flowers
Thinking of your brave flight when climbing the mountain
>Mumbling on the pillow
Gently sobbing
Home, home...
Getting up
Darkness, flying snow
The howling of the wolf
The running of the snow hare
I staggered one step at a time
The pit of my feet
I seem to see orange shaking
Closer, closer
I see the dawn...