In my arms, and in your eyes, spring breezes and green grasses were intoxicating.
The moonlight full of love was spread upon the lake.
The campfire that belonged to us illuminated the whole night.
Many years later, we roam like clouds floating in the sky.
Different tracks of lives keep us apart.
In this lifetime, how many times have we tasted the bitterness of loneliness in the night?
I wish good old days could come back once more.
Our memory always lingers in (on) the shore of Lake Baikal.
Many years later, the memory of the old days fades away.
The dancing snow is too cold to come with your warmness.
The lifetime is so short that you cannot prove your love deep enough to melt the ice.
Just the other day, you unexpectedly showed up by Lake Baikal, purely and mysteriously;
Like Lake Baikal, purely and mysteriously.