This silence as if out of nowhere
Appeared in my lonely, little soul
The feeling that I cannot really bear
Is really image of the melting snow
One thing that always vanishes in the air
Is turning into downy, little fluffs
Which, circling, fall onto uncovered hair
And everybody calls this thing “My love”
It’s snowing and I’m staying watching
The little stars that flying on and on
Are seemed to be so very much reproaching
There isn’t an excuse: my love has flown