The forrest which has been plunged into silence by snow
In spring the flowers of the Hawthorn will rustle
my heart is covered in ice..
The days when sunlight will pour will probaly come?
Even if now my lonely blood cools down,
if it comes across in love, it should still be flowing hotly red..
Life was cut up, Alas, the sound of my chest
can be heard by someone from my lips...
Setting free the seal of the freezing blood
it seems that I am soaring feverishly and high in the the freedom of the sky
Secret tears, Alas, a cloud of gloominess has enveloped my smile.
But, I am waiting for the warmth.