The White Season Of A Year
The white season of a year
Only one season out of four
When people hear jingle bells ring
And the shining stars upon the sky
The white snow hugging the streets
The white snow, embracing leaves of the trees
People are hugging each other
And the embrace of the snow felt warm
The blooming pink flowers change their color
As if they are too shy to face the white world
The white season of a year
Only one season out of four
People enjoying their time
At the high top of the mountain
Where the beautiful cotton-blanket is laid
And covers fresh green view of the mountain
People enjoying their time
As if this is their last time
The white season of a year
One season out of four
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