The ground is turned pale
In the cold early spring wind
The naked trees are turned dark
When the wind is sweeping the world
A passerby’s body gets dried
And heart gets shivered
Yet you are not the only passerby
So never mind, move on, hereby
Even the Sun has no power
To stop the wind only little warmer
On people’s heart and hope
Would make them laugh and weep
Should the warm spring be closer?
People asked yet remained no answer.
No longer very cold
A voice comes from afar
No longer very cold, my dear
No longer very cold, my dear
