If you feel cold then please slip your tiny hands in my pocket,
It'll gently warm your frozen fingers
but you sometimes bluff a little on your face when it is chilly or
you sing your favourite song with a smile
when your white breath goes and melt in the night sky
You don't have to say anything it'll be nice if this moment continues
I'm just hoping, wishing that
Let the powdered snow pile up quietly
Because of you brand new black boots, you should rest your blistered right foot
I'll slow down my pace to match your steps
Don't rush, from now on, both of us will walk in rhythm
You don't have to say anything eventually we'll understand each other
As for now, we'll just embrace and warm up each other
From all that surrounds us
Let the powdered snow pile up quietly