It's like I walk on snow
with my bare feet
my soul is cold
my hands are trembled

I am walking on snow and the wind accompany me
A piece of paper flew over my head
It tells me a lot of story
History that couldn't be repeated

It does all of the talking, and I just listened
to the sound of heavy wind
to the beat of my heart
my hands hold the paper, afraid it might fall down

I am walking on cold as if I'm fearless
Wind covers my voice within
So loud, then I couldn't recognize it
I am clueless, don't know how to think

When will I see sun that shines?
When will I move my own frozen body?
When will I hope there is another way to walk out?
May I choose warmer season?
When will I see a light to guide me home?
I miss something bright and shiny
Until then, I just keep walking on snow