作词 : 小易
作曲 : 小易
编曲 : 小易
In the heart ofwinter's grip, where the world turns cold,
The winds they whisper secrets, stories yet untold.
The sky, a canvas painted in shades of deep despair,
The frost, it bites like sorrow, in the air.
Oh, the seconds turn to ice, in the heart ofwinter's hold,
The chill of solitude, where the brave and the bold,
Find their spirits tested, in the silence of the snow,
In the seconds of the freeze, where the world seems to slow.
The trees stand bare and lonely, their branches stark and thin,
Echoing the emptiness within, where the warmth has been.
Theriver's voice is muffled, beneath the frozen veil,
In the seconds of the freeze, where the heartcan't help but quail.
Oh, the seconds turn to ice, in the heart ofwinter's hold,
The chill of solitude, where the brave and the bold,
Find their spirits tested, in the silence of the snow,
In the seconds of the freeze, where the world seems to slow.
But in the heart of winter,there's a beauty to behold,
A stark and haunting grace, in the cold.
For every frozen moment,there's a fire waiting to ignite,
In the seconds of the freeze,there's a warmththat's yet to bite.
The sun will rise again, in themorning's early light,
The thaw will come, and with it, the night.
The seconds will unthaw, and the ice will start to melt,
In the heart ofwinter's grip, where the soul is truly felt.
Oh, the seconds turn to ice, in the heart ofwinter's hold,
The chill of solitude, where the brave and the bold,
Find their spirits tested, in the silence of the snow,
In the seconds of the freeze, where the world seems to slow.
In the seconds of the freeze, where the world seems to slow,
There's a strength that grows, in the heart ofwinter's hold.
For every frozen moment,there's a warmththat's yet to ignite,
In the seconds of the freeze,there's a beauty to behold.