Cold and proud eyes than frost and snow
Wind goes to love to see the cold moon in the valley
Page after page of dancing clothes like a butterfly
Whisper to the evening wind
Love is weary of it
Grant me a gentle rest in the valley
Meet her every day
Visit Flowers in the valley
Fold a small orchid
Singing in a low voice and not speaking
I want to capture her
Yet I am afraid of disturbing her
My heart is as troubled as a jumble
Flowering dreams and butterflies counting the fallen leaves
Cooler and more proud than the frost and the snow
Winds go to the valley and love to look at the cold moon
Page by page, dancing like a Butterfly
Whispering to the evening wind
Tired of love
Permit me to rest gently in the valley
Seeing him every day
Visiting the little girl in the valley
Like a little fool
Only peeping at her and not saying a word
To take her captive
To be tender and sweet and sweet and sweet and sweet and sweet and sweet and sweet and sweet and sweet and sweet and sweet and sweet
To sing again and again Sing a love song again
Heart is warm, eyes are warm
To quench the frost and snow with the fire of love
The love is getting warmer and warmer
The cold face is getting warmer and warmer
To capture her
It is a love song.