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Cold breeze blows in a misty grove
Making dying leaves
fall on the Forgotten One.
Sleeping in a frost-covered ground
waiting for someone to find his lonely grave.
And so did winter come over the grove
with beautiful, pure white snow.
Covering all the tracks of struggle and fight
Of an ending life.
In a grove sleeping
Silently sighing
Lonely, forgotten this wandering soul.
Coldness is creeping
Only one sleeping
In the grove covered with cold winter snow.
Northern winter in darkness and cold
makes the icy tears spring in his lonely soul.
Sitting next to his own frozen corpse
he wishes he could rest and haunt no more.
After the winter came a blooming spring
White wood anemones within.
Where his body rested, flowers turned red
as if marking his bloodstained bed.
In a grove sleeping
Silently sighing
Lonely, forgotten this wandering soul
Coldness is creeping
Only one sleeping
In the grove covered with cold winter snow.
Translate to:
Cold breeze blows in a misty grove
Making dying leaves
fall on the Forgotten One.
Sleeping in a frost-covered ground
waiting for someone to find his lonely grave.
And so did winter come over the grove
with beautiful, pure white snow.
Covering all the tracks of struggle and fight
Of an ending life.
In a grove sleeping
Silently sighing
Lonely, forgotten this wandering soul.
Coldness is creeping
Only one sleeping
In the grove covered with cold winter snow.
Northern winter in darkness and cold
makes the icy tears spring in his lonely soul.
Sitting next to his own frozen corpse
he wishes he could rest and haunt no more.
After the winter came a blooming spring
White wood anemones within.
Where his body rested, flowers turned red
as if marking his bloodstained bed.
In a grove sleeping
Silently sighing
Lonely, forgotten this wandering soul
Coldness is creeping
Only one sleeping
In the grove covered with cold winter snow.