If you feel cold then please slip your tiny hands in my pocket,

It'll gently warm your frozen fingers

but you sometimes bluff a little on your face when it is chilly or

you sing your favourite song with a smile

when your white breath goes and melt in the night sky

You don't have to say anything  it'll be nice if this moment continues

I'm just hoping, wishing that

Let the powdered snow pile up quietly

Because of you brand new black boots, you should rest your blistered right foot

I'll slow down my pace to match your steps

Don't rush, from now on, both of us will walk in rhythm

You don't have to say anything  eventually we'll understand each other

As for now, we'll just embrace and warm up each other

From all that surrounds us

Let the powdered snow pile up quietly