peter7805
03-08-2010, 09:28 PM
The snow,the woods and my silent homeland
How many missings and thoughts I have in mind
In this winter ,it keeps the warmness of the sparrow
My cold fingers are warmed on the fire of charcoal
In the arms of snow life falls,like a fire it runs
And how many times in the night,the snow dances
My heart leans on the earth wall so close
And I heard the wind through the pipes of the stove
On shining days, the birds fly across the window
The broken kite is still hanging on the willow
Oh, on the powerline sticks some little sparrows
My mind runs all the way to homeland faraway
I saw smoke rises from the chimney and floats away
Oh,my homesickness hurts when I missed the footprints on snow today
How many missings and thoughts I have in mind
In this winter ,it keeps the warmness of the sparrow
My cold fingers are warmed on the fire of charcoal
In the arms of snow life falls,like a fire it runs
And how many times in the night,the snow dances
My heart leans on the earth wall so close
And I heard the wind through the pipes of the stove
On shining days, the birds fly across the window
The broken kite is still hanging on the willow
Oh, on the powerline sticks some little sparrows
My mind runs all the way to homeland faraway
I saw smoke rises from the chimney and floats away
Oh,my homesickness hurts when I missed the footprints on snow today