Snow makes me a little happy
That piece of white
and shallow ruts stretching into the distance
If it falls at this time
The pure tone of the piano
I will say to myself
happy winter
I like windows without words
The sky is clear through it
A little moonlight remains on the treetops
I like stadiums with lights out
I am alone, listening to the echoes of the days
Staring at a little sadness in the dark night
get used to you
just think of me as you
we are together
Breathe quietly and neatly
get used to you
just think of me as you
So I sing or I stay silent
They are all telling you
happy winter
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