Once Upon a Winter
Embracing Winter's Embrace: A Tale of Nostalgia and Longing
Lyrics
To become spring, accept the risk of winter
To achieve growth or renewal, one must embrace the challenges and hardships akin to winter.
To become presence, accept the risk of absence
To establish one's existence, one must confront the possibility and experience of absence.
We are lost in this city, where we shouldn’t be at all
Feeling disoriented or out of place in a city that doesn't feel right.
Where we searched for flowers, and found nothing but snow
Expecting to find beauty but encountering desolation and emptiness instead.
It’s this city of tears
Referring to a city characterized by sorrow and grief.
That has gone into mourning
The city mourns, carrying a profound sadness.
Still beating with my heart
Despite sadness, life continues with a heartbeat.
But with undercurrent of woe
A sense of sorrow underlying the heart's rhythm.
I belong to the mountains
Reflects themes of belonging to the mountains, the longing for home, the nostalgia for familiar places, the beauty in sadness (autumn), and the yearning for peace despite misery and memories.
And always did so
-I belong to the mountains
-And always will do
-They were my first love
-Where they end, I begin
-Bury me deep inside their womb
-The only place I ever felt home
-Cause home is not just the place where I was born
-Also, the place where I want to get buried
-The place beyond the pines where distance has no meaning
-Where we still sing those old songs that remind us of our fall
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-We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar
-And an urge for the foreign and strange
-We are tied to bridges that cave in or burn
-Sometimes we are homesick most for places we’ve never known
-If only the sea was merciful
-Wash me away to the silencing shores
-If only the sea was merciful
-As merciful as a morning in winter
-My dear, you can cut all the flowers
-But you can’t keep spring from rising
-It’s strange why autumns is so beautiful
-Yet everything starves, everything dies
-…everything dies…
-Cause home is not just the place where I was born
-Also, the place where I want to get buried
-The place beyond the pines where distance has no meaning
-Where we still sing those old songs that remind us of our fall
-Cause though I’m often in the depths of misery
-There’s still calmness, there’s still music inside me
-Just wish Decembers would wipe memories away
-Like they mercilessly wiped away the last years
-If only the sea was merciful
-Wash me away to the silencing shores
-If only the sea was merciful
-As merciful as a morning in winter
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