The snow is falling right down to earth
Giving the external pleasure to soul
Touching the glowth of us
it gives raise to a dream
Not forgotten somewhere
He is thinking of her
Loving her back
waiting for her
Under the snowfall
And the moonlight
which shows the direction to him
He does not know
Whether she changed or
Still is the same
And can he reach her heart open
hear her voice again
Be there for her this time?
But the snow is falling
The quiteness serves as a music to him