1st Verse
In the winter garden,
the chrysanthemum has withered
white early frost drifts down
when (I) open the window
The blue-winged wild goose
flies toward the north
Ah, now stand at the quiet,
empty fields
On the snowy road hometown
the flower lantern will glow
On the snowy road hometown
the flower lantern will glow
2nd Verse
Moon and sun are gone,
stars are far away
In the deep mountain valley,
at a thatched-roof village
When spring comes, every branch
and blooming flower will be joyful
Ah, now with hands together,
close (your) eyes
On the wattle fence of hometown
large snowflakes are piling up
On the wattle fence of hometown
large snowflakes are piling up