In the last evening of the year,
the wind was blowing, the snow was falling.
Everyone was at home with cheer,
but on the street,
a poor little girl was wandering.
In the last evening of the year,
the wind was blowing, the snow was falling.
Everyone was at home with cheer,
but on the street,
a poor little girl was wandering.
In the morning, the river moves slowly.
Mist floats above it,
water flows over rocks.
A bird lands on a branch, watches, then leaves.
The river keeps going.
