时而风儿吹起，我想起那远方的人儿啊。你走在什么样的路上，又有着什么样的忧愁。又是一年，雪花还没有落下，而我却开始想你。
Sometimes the wind blows, I think of those people far away. What kind of road you are on and what kind of sorrow you have. Another year, snowflakes haven't fallen yet, but I began to miss you.
