white powder snow is falling
the wind
knocks on the window
i dreamt the rest of
my dream
as i touched your cold cheek
ah the songs of the birds are happy on a sleepy
day
and i held your hand tight not able to
suppress my happiness
i am looking
at your straight eyes
i will stroke your
hair
we are waiting for sping with our
small hands open
ah because the morning
glow of this flowery city
tinged our cheeks
we drew our hearts close together
our
feelings ring in the sky transient but strong
the miracle becomes a gentle light and is
born