Night comes darkness arrives
Watchmen make their rounds
Roses faded away covered with snow
I feel like I want to embrace and kiss its branches
As if blood is falling down from the sky instead of snow
A boy chilled and covered under snow is crying
Looking at me with tearful eyes
I feel like drinking his falling tears
So like this darkness arrives
Watchmen make their rounds
My love sleeps and I'm gazing through my window again*
I feel like seeing the sun coming up