Fresh cleansing rain of the North
warm hot sun of the South
make a rainbow
with twelve different colours
twelve new leaves will sprout
and dissolve the clouds

and when the night falls
we will unite all
and the blue sea and golden stars
will make us proud

pale wintersun
is a beauty for some
nightingale's song
is a beauty for some
pale wintersun
is a beauty for some
but now that you're gone
it has lost its beauty for one