Wind blows through the windows
White snow on the streets
I hear the sound of our memories

From the gray sky
White snow falls on my shoulder
On the street where I first met you
Faded memories stack up

It’s true
My heart that draws you out
It’s colored with the white snow
It comes through my falling tears
The sound of winter

Cold streets, empty heart
I try to act fine as I call you out
But only coldness comes to my eyes

It’s true
My heart that draws you out
It’s colored with the white snow
It comes through my falling tears
The sound of winter

In your empty seat
I am sitting
Time keeps passing
How are you? Are you okay?
I’m delivering this heart to you
The sound of winter

It’s true
You used to look at me
Colored by this sadly crying season
It comes through my scattering tears
The sound of winter