Winter on this day is like a souvenir,
In reality it makes me shed a tear
Oh I know,
Common revelations of the silver sky,
It's best when they are secrets but I don't know why,
Oh yeah, ohhhhhhh
Now I'm on this rooftop looking down,
at solemn grounds in the snowy world,
It's the best feeling of all,
Because it's the only time of the year,
When frigid evenings are filled with fear,
Fear is like an ancient friend.
