I've heard the wind gently singing in trees,
I've seen the snow covering the land,
But why the branch bent down,
And broke off to the froen ground.

Touch me and give relief.
Join this drop in your seas.

Shall your wind rise from the bones and dust,
And shall it reach the place where the flowers bloom,
Though my eyes are bathed in mourning tears,
Please offer us your good wishes, and may our lives be fulfilled