Snowfall blankets the mountain village and buries my rocky lane.
No need to open the brushwood gate, none will come to see me.
Still, a crescent moon smiles brightly down, the truest friend I have.
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Snowfall blankets the mountain village and buries my rocky lane.
No need to open the brushwood gate, none will come to see me.
Still, a crescent moon smiles brightly down, the truest friend I have.
