Listening to the snow every time it comes, the wind and waves will not calm down but also fall to the ground silently roaring wild is the world's perception of your perception illusion The cry of the wind tears apart your careless search for your footprints will be a piece of the past mood

Listen to the snow

Every time it comes

It's not going to be calm

But it also fell silent

Roar wild

It is the world's perception of you

The cry of the wind

Tear your inattentiveness

Follow in your footsteps

Will be the mood of the past

Piece by piece

Empty yourself

Make the mood like snow

In the mountains of the world

Free flyby

Love or not love

Will be on schedule with you to meet

The light and shade are old

Just sideburns of hair

It's a little bit whiter

Can't escape the world's robbery

Throw a wave of snow to the sky

Destroy all the rivers and lakes of the world

How many more loves and hates will be tangled

In this cold season

In this moment when the snow falls

Who will accompany you

Cook wine in the hearth and listen to the snow on the sword