The cold winter in the north is very cold

Willows fall and frogs hibernate

You can't see the vitality of the trees

I can't hear the sounds of the animals

It's just me

Walk alone on a forest trail

The snow in the north is very quiet

The grass is covered and the path is buried

I can't find the four-leaf clover I love

Can't find my way home

It's just me

Step on a line of aimless footprints

The people of the north, bold

Friends are gone, relatives are not

I can't hear the braggadocio of my friends

I can't feel the care of my relatives

It's just me

Waving goodbye to the joy and laughter of the past

Loneliness, only to embark on the journey of searching

Loneliness, only then do I long for the care of my friends

helpless, only to expect the care of the family

is down, only to fantasize about the giving of society

The world is big, so I seem small

Look through the world

It's just me

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