If the snow flies in my face,
I shake it off again.
When my heart speaks in my breast,
I sing loudly and gaily.
I don?t hear what it says to me,
I have no ears to listen;
I don?t feel when it laments,
Complaining is for fools.
Happy through the world along
Facing wind and weather!
If there?s no God upon the earth,
Then we ourselves are Gods!
Winterreise by Wilhelm Muller music by Franz Schubert Op. 89
Origami Rose Paper Flower, A Miura-ken Beauty Rose, opus 482 by Robert J. Lang ( Lang Rose )
