Many of my friends came from the clouds
With sun and rain as their only baggage
They made the season of sincere friendships
The loveliest of the earth's four seasons
They have the gentleness of the finest landscapes
And the loyalty of migratory birds
In their heart is carved endless tenderness
But sometimes sadness hides in their eyes
So they come to warm up at my place
So they come to warm up at my place
You can head back to the far depths of the clouds
And smile again at many other faces
Give a bit of your tenderness around you
When another wants to hide their sadness from you
Since we don't know what life gives us
Maybe when my turn comes I'll be nobody anymore
If I still have a friend who finally gets me
I'll forget both my tears and my pain
Then maybe I'll come to your place
To warm my heart by your wood
Then maybe I'll come to your place
To warm my heart by your wood
Then maybe I'll come to your place
To warm my heart by your wood