The snow mutes the noise from the streetDreams hang like fruits from the treesFollow me, let's take a walk in my thoughtsWhere fears meet in happinessWillow's four hundred years oldIn good or in bad you will growTake your timeCount three breaths in, three breaths outI'm sinking into the soundLet me dream in the land of sleepLet me dream in the land of sleepLet me dream, let me dream, let me dream