静かな雪

寺の門を抜け

冬の息

Silent snow descends,

Whispers through the temple's gate,

Peace in winter's breath.

In winter’s quiet glow,

Where temples stand so still,

Snow drapes the earth below,

A soft and silent thrill.

The breeze is but a sigh,

Through gates of ancient stone,

Each flake a whispered sky,

In peace, we walk alone.

The world, a frozen dream,

In crystal hush and light,

Where snow and silence gleam,

A temple, pure and white.