In the white snow forest, still and deep, An old train rumbles, its journey to keep, Black smoke rises, like whispers in the air, Calling all travelers to a time long gone, fair. Clad in vintage clothes, their forms so sweet, They sit in warmth, as the train’s wheels beat, Old smiles, old tales, softly intertwined, In this frozen moment, time stands behind. Far away, a cathedral with candles aglow, Rises among pines, in the quiet snow, Each gust of wind, each flake drifting by, Is part of this world where time seems to fly.
It's so pleasant and comfortable❤
In the white snow forest, still and deep,
An old train rumbles, its journey to keep,
Black smoke rises, like whispers in the air,
Calling all travelers to a time long gone, fair.
Clad in vintage clothes, their forms so sweet,
They sit in warmth, as the train’s wheels beat,
Old smiles, old tales, softly intertwined,
In this frozen moment, time stands behind.
Far away, a cathedral with candles aglow,
Rises among pines, in the quiet snow,
Each gust of wind, each flake drifting by,
Is part of this world where time seems to fly.