I will tell you today my kind,
My occasional, my tiny friend.
How I was just like snows
And cold daughter of snowstorms.
I’ll tell how a curse was set on
And how to you through hundred years
I was knocking in winter dress.
To meet, with you, the dawn.
And to melt with first sun ray…
At the spring don’t cry for me.
A memory in you I will become,
The memory of my cold love .