Once upon the evening stillness, which no winter ever touches, I saw you drown.
Under your breath, into your arms, in your eyes I drown so deep... these are winter's favourite days.
Take on this heart of mine, where the snow still is waiting for you, to hallucinate.
I saw you again last night, shining in a starlit heaven like a bright, but falling star.
Allow me to catch you.
My senses are like snow; weak and soft, but blinding.
I am the snow on your hair and skin.
I am the snow that blinds you, the light that guides you to darkness.
When the day draws to a close, a frail and fragile sun throws a faint light through threatening clouds in motion.
Lux perpetua luceat eis.
Heaven must have sent you here to always live on in the depth of my heart, to shine where the sun can not reach.
We melt with the snow on our skin, we drift as a stream, forever searching... but remembered in our hearts is... the snow.