On a little mountain path,
when white snow gently piles up
Of my small footprints,
I wish to leave forever
Until my little heart is dyed white
the snow-white mountain path,
I wish to wander
When a lonely winter bird’s sound is heard from afar
In my reverie, ripples arise,
and I forget the path
I will engrave in my heart your pure voice
Is it coming, carried on the wind?
It comes as white snow
Far away, my heart runs through the forest
Ah, the winter bird is not seen,
only a white trace remains
Closing my eyes, I will listen to your endless song
I imperceptibly become white snow and walk along the mountain path
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