white powder snow is falling    the wind knocks on the window   i dreamt the rest of my dream   as i touched your cold cheek   ah the songs of the birds are happy on a sleepy day   and i held your hand tight not able to suppress my happiness      i am looking at your straight eyes   i will stroke your hair    we are waiting for sping with our small hands open   ah because the morning glow of this flowery city   tinged our cheeks we drew our hearts close together      our feelings ring in the sky transient but strong   the miracle becomes a gentle light and is born      ah in the city where many flowers bloom again