I am neither different from you
nor less than you
a little separated in the same adventure
visually unique in its kind
My soul feels with the heart
I cannot remain separate from you
if you are not there, I am nothing
open yourself, snowdrop
let me be your mountain,
let me be your water,
let me be your sky, open
in the history of each flower
which goes toward the sun under the snow
life refreshes ıtself newly
refinds the meaning
when the snowdrop stretches out to light
from the dream of the winter
wakes up in that of the joy
with the miracle of a hope