Winter breeze, sing to me Carry her whisper on your breath Recreate me, spoken clearly A gentle kiss from the west Oh, branches, sculpted by her song You're on my mind all of the time Oh, falling leaves, caught by the current I have no choice but to comply If I turn away, I will fall If I do not yield, I won't grow at all Oh, Winter Sing me her song Perpetually leaning in To the direction of her words Inclining to hear the whispering wind Tell its secrets to the world Would all be lost if I lost you? Would I find my place? Would I stretch out my hands to the sky? Would I keep reaching your way? If I turn away, I will fall If I do not yield, I won't grow at all Oh, Winter Sing me her song