So, the season has already changed 
And the brown leaves are blown away
By the wild wild wind
Leaving my pain with me
I’ve been half-dead
But when the first snow falls
It’ll be the time to resurrect

I’ll never be the same
My new self has been born
My old self has burnt

It’s a point of no turning back
As the season has just changed
Even the [bad word] can freeze away

My feelings are bound with ice
But when the early [bad word] They will break out
Like flowers under the sun
I’ll leave what I own
And turn into a bird [bad word] back home

I’ll never be the same
My new self has been born
My old self has burnt

It’s a point of no turning back
As the season has just changed
Even the [bad word] can freeze away

It goes the way it should
Transforming into new
Pupa [bad word] a moth
Not able to avert rebirth