The fog rises on the white meadows
Like a cypress in the graveyards
A bell tower that doesn't seem real
Marks the boundary between earth and sky
But you who go, but you stay
You will see the snow will go away tomorrow
The joys of the past will bloom again
With the warm wind of another summer
Even the light seems to die
In the uncertain shadow of a becoming
Where even dawn turns into evening
And faces seem like wax masks
But you who go, but you stay
Even the snow will die tomorrow
Love will still pass close to us
In the hawthorn season
The tired earth under the snow
Sleeps in the silence of a heavy sleep
Winter collects its fatigue
Of a thousand centuries, from an ancient dawn
But you who stay, why do you remain?
Another winter will come back tomorrow
More snow will fall to comfort the fields
More snow will fall on the graveyards