Still beautiful,
It's just so lonely,
Crystal clear,
It's snowing.
Hold out your hand,
Look up,
A piece of white awn,
At a loss, in a trance,
Watching you disappear into the horizon.
Snow,
Although I am lonely,
And I,
But not as white as snow,
Always lonely;
Those flowers,
Already,
Send out in obscurity,
Lonely autumn.