Winter Breezes
At the brown grass and leaves
I can only stare
A brisk winter breeze
Controls the air
I avert my eyes
I can't bear to see
For that mound of dirt
Over my love shall be
The cloth speaks kindly
he cannot know
How I loved her fondly
How I miss her so
At the brown grass and leaves
I can only stare
A brisk winter breeze
Controls the air
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'Winter Sonata' Sequenced by Shahrom