The snow is falling down from the sky,
Thicky snow with sunshine,
A beautiful colour,
Silver-white.
As his hair,
Noble and beauty silver-white.

Walk to the spot of light in snow,
His graveyard,
The place he sleep forever.

Black hair soak snow,
Tan eye fill with tears,
Take out a red rose from the black cloak,
Put on the white, cold graveyard.

Stroke the small words on the graveyard,
Tears come out from the pair of tan eyes.
With missing and love,
"Don’t get cold.”

Pat the snow soaked on cloak,
Turn around,
Back to the office he owned.