Cold wind! the wind is crying
Look! a bird have wings torn
Alas! the bird is dying

Then winter has come
It snows my mind numb
There's a withered tree

The shrike executed catch
The wind executes the shrike
The shrike is pierced in a branch

I trudge along my mind the rounds
Although there's the tree behind me
My shadow crawls on snowy ground,

Extends long long stripe,
Covers the withered tree completely,
And hides the body of a shrike.

Oh, winter! it's in a shadow
Oh, winter! it's very frozen
Oh, winter! it's for a long while

The wind blew, winter has come
The wind blew, winter has come
My mind crew, inner has been numb